2-14:On the road to nowhere
Coincidence then?
The wind whipped-up a tiny cyclone, spinning dead leaves and dust before her. It was odd that this, the supposed ungoverned northern region, would be so quiet. Maybe she’d watched too many post-apocalyptic movies when she was younger; she half-expected the moans of Zombies around the next corner.
The next corner revealed nothing but more road.
She had no idea where she was going. The helicopter pick-up hadn’t arrived and she wasn’t surprised. Smith was far too busy mucking around on her ship. He’d come for her sooner-or-later though; she’d left the weapons-system locked-down. That and some of the more sensitive areas of computer memory. Without them, Smith wouldn’t be able to replicate the ship properly.
Here’s to forward thinking.
She sat on the kerb and stared at the wall opposite for a while, thankful for the silence. Much of the graffiti was about the biology of human reproduction, but among them, one poster stood-out.
Her random travels through her own life were exactly that: a road to nowhere. There was no logic or reason, no way to determine where next… Here was an existence that should have driven her mad years ago, jumps ago.
She didn’t even know her own age.
‘I have to leave,’ she murmured. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a squat steel rod and pressed a button. The Lash would soon receive the signal and begin locking systems down. Then, if people were around, it would start locking doors so vital systems were protected: the same system that had trapped Donnie all those jumps ago. Smith had found a way around them that time by way of high-explosive, but this would get his attention at the very least.
She started walking again, knowing he’d find her — it hadn’t been twenty-four hours yet and the bug she’d swallowed would still be in her system — and found herself by a metal staircase leading down to a river. It was what she needed right now – nature, peace, quiet and water.
Daisy looked up into the sky and saw the moon, almost full, up beyond the clouds. She hoped it was good luck to see the orb during the day and glanced down with a frown crossing her face.
Was that music?
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