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1 Day in Wolsk.

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Frank was taken to a small house, where he was allowed to set down his stuff and put them in the wardrobe. His room was small, and quite dusty, but it was better than anything that he’d find outside. As most of the houses in these days, it was made from scraps of metal. Cut finely and stuck or beaten together with either nails or some kind of glue. Thankfully, the weather was always hot, so the small imperfect holes inbetween the metals didn’t matter. It was always hot. In a way there was no winter. The only one that you could find was in the capital, and that was because of the „bubble“ that they lived  in. Obviously, the Bio/Army had no better work to do, other than making sure that they had fake snow and cold wind blowing at the time of Christmas.

The people in Wolsk seemed… well, nice. From what Frank had seen. Outside in the wastelands were rumors about Wolsk. „Most dangerous place to live!“, „Only rebels and filthy scum live there!“. But it looked like a regular town, just like the one Frank grew up in, except that this was bigger. It had a CapBank, it had restaurants, and Frank thought he even saw a sign that said „Cinema“. Something he haven’t seen in a good long while. The evening was nice, the ground still heated from the sun that sank it’s rays into the land for a good amount of time, so Frank didn’t even have to bother getting his jacket on.

Normally he would’ve stayed in the house, because Frank wasn’t the type of person to just go outside. But in about half and hour of his solitude he decided that he should set out. Being on the road for a good month, he hadn’t talked to many people, so this was atleast a chance to maybe get to know someone.

According to his watch it was about 7 in the evening as he sat down in a chain restaurant that he knew. He wanted to be sure about the food, so went with something safe. The restaurant was called The Steamy Weedle. It was in nearly every city that had more than 200 citizens, a chain owned by people. Some of them rich, some of them poor. It didn’t matter. In a way, the Steamy Weedle was freedom. It showed that no matter what social status or bank account you had, you could own something.  

He sat on the high metal chair that scraped against the floor when he pushed it backwards, and looked around. The place was nice. Cosier than most of the buildings in Wolsk. The lights were dim and all over there was a pretty calm atmosphere. Most dangerous city? Full of bandits and scum? Pf. The more Frank looked, the more families he saw. Little children and loving mothers, fathers. This place almost looked like those advertisements the Bio/A’s did for the capital, but this one was realistic.

„Eh-ehm.“

Frank twisted around in his chair, looking into the eyes of an older lady. „Urm, Hi.“ He spoke, and smiled nervously at the wrinkled woman who looked a little angry.

„Sit somewhere else.“ The words suddenly cut through the calm atmosphere like a knife through butter.

„Urm, I’m sorry, but there was no reservation here.“ Frank retaliated.

„Ye’h. There don’t need to be one. We all kno‘ who sits here, lil‘ boy.“ She spoke, her voice rough, probably from cigarettes. Frank looked her up and down.

„It’s alright Betty. I can sit on the next chair. Can change it up a lil‘ once in a while eh?“ A voice behind Frank said. A girly voice. Frank turned around to see a woman. Or girl. Or maybe something in between. She was about the same height as him. Maybe smaller. Maybe higher. Her brown hair was the colour of hazelnuts, and stopped right at her shoulders. One side of her head was shaved, and some things were on there. They looked like microchips. Some looked like they were melted right into her scalp. Although that should’ve looked hideous, Frank, for a peculiar reason, thought it looked cute and badass. Her eyes were really green, and her nose was like a button. She was smiling, her lips full and painted red. Frank shook off the feeling to analyze her any longer, asuming that it wasn’t very polite of him and stood up.

„No, no. It’s quite fine Madam. I was going to move. You can sit down.“ The woman raised her leather-gloved hand and pushed Frank to sit back down.

„I mean it. It’s time to change seats. That chair’s starting to mold into the shape of my ass. And Madam?“ She grinned, showing her straight teeth. Frank shrugged his shoulders.

„If you insist.“ He gave her a smile back. „The name’s Frank, and Madam was just a sign of politeness.“ He spoke with a certain level of confidence.

„Valeri.“ She smiled, then grabbed Frank’s hand and shook it.

„Pleasure to meet you.“

„Same here.“ She stated.

And as soon as they both said that they melted away into a conversation, learning things about each other, laughing and sending each other glances. They were both natural born speakers, so sometimes they talked over each other and chuckled at that.

As the night crawled in quickly (although the sun was still up, considering that there was no moon. Nothing.) the restaurant started to slowly empty itself. The children were whining about being tired and wanting to go home. They restlessly tugged on the sleeves of their mothers dresses or shirts, as they tried to pull them away from the conversation that was going on at the tables. And sooner or later, the mother gave up and said the goodbyes, then proceeding to set the children to sleep.

As the clock ticked 11 in the night, the restaurant was empty, and Betty was scrubbing the tables, where the children spilled their soups or sauces. Frank and Valeri were still siting at the bar, talking and still laughing until Betty turned around and yelled „‘m closin‘ up, kiddos.“ She then hushed them out the front door, and Frank was lucky to even grab his coat at the speed of Betty the waitress.

„Is she always like that?“ He asked Valeri as Betty slammed the door shut and twisted around the OPEN sign to CLOSED.

„Yeaaah. But you do start to love her after a while. I’ve been here for a good amount of time, so she’s like my mom. You know? Feeding me. Sending me to bed at 11 when she has to close up. I spend most of my time here, so don’t criticize my Betty.“ She spoke harshly, but the hint of sarcasm and a joke showed Frank that she wasn’t being too serious.

„I promise I won’t.“

„Good.“

„Good.“ She replied. „Anyways. I gotta go. I’m workin‘ tomorrow, so… See you soon?“

„Yeah.“ Frank replied almost sadly. „Yeah. See you soon.“ She grinned at him and walked away, only slightly swinging her hips on the way down the road as the two seperated onto different ways.

Frank stepped off the road onto the grassy ground as he walked towards the house which he slept in. The blinds were already closed, which meant that the people were probably already sleeping, so Frank had to be careful to not wake them up.

After a few hit knees and tripped legs, he got up to his room, where he took of his clothes and lay down to sleep. As soon as he covered himself with the blanket, his eyes started to droop and the tireness of the roadtripping hit him hard. He gave up to the power of the night and dropped into a deep slumber, with his head full of thoughts about Wolsk, and Valeri.
Another part of the story OMA. Frank meets Val for the first time. It aint love on first sight, but its something :) Admiration maybe.

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1) Love Val's sense of humore :D

U also gave people a hint that Val's someone really special around Wolsk, did ya mean our old idea about Val being a daughter of the Right Wilhelm's hand, Wilhelm's primeminister? Or U got something different in mind?

(we didn't find Val's father name...oops! :D )

2) Love the idea of the chain restaurants owned by people.

3) Love gossips about Wolsk, tho people probably made them on purpose, to protect the city from the newcomers.

4) Love Betty! I bet all inexpensive restaurants gonna have this kind of woman to clean up tables and piss customers off! :D

5) Love the way Val was "playing" with Frank, grinning and sending him glances. I know she is very confident in any action, but I can feel her being shy around Frank, cuz it's obvious she likes him alot.

6) Love the way this chapter is calm, and pretty relaxing, in contrary with other chapters with feelings of fear. And this is awesome, U let our reader to calm a little, to take a break before the big battle. Baby, U're making it like a professional writer, so cool!!!