I didn't sleep much last night, which is just as well, because Nate came brigging to my tent before the sun even woke. We got ready and set off, and I said bye to my dad over the walkies before we lost sig. He sounded weird, like someone had cracked his stomach or something. If he was trying not to be worried for me or something, he did no job of it, because he scared the farg out of me, he was so tense. Either way, we lost sig once we came down from the cliff, so he can't make me feel any worse, right?
It feels kind of odd not being on, or even being able to see the Romanza. I've never been away from it this far. Sure, I've been fishing on one of the littlers, but at max we were only fifty feets away. I know it's dumb. I know I'm on dry land, but it feels like I've got no steady ground beneath me.
We're on what Rothe called a 'moto-way'. It's a really long stretch of hard, flat rock that, I guess, lets people go from one prov to another. Autos went on them, and there are a few still here, but most are gone. I guess they were in town, trying to get to the shelt. The hard moto-way feels awful under my feet. I really miss the deck.
When we came down from the cliff we could see the town. Quite a ways away, but I made out a browny-cream patch near the mid. Rothe saw me looking and pulled me behind him, and Nate chucked to himself. I thought he was just being a bastard at first, but I get that he wasn't laughing at me, he was laughing at Rothe for treating me like a chib. I'm not even teen anymore, but everyone wants to protect us, like we're chicks in eggs.
I hope the next town has less bodies.
Nel
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