3 Daisuke and Natalia (1/2)

Chirping of birds woke me up, 'I wonder how these birds survive here in this wasteland.' Ayden and I had slept in an abandoned house in front Ally's gang base that is if you count as lying down on hard floor for hardly some hours as sleeping.

I got up from the floor and sat up stretching my arms and legs as a small yawn escaped my mouth. I had to sleep on the floor because the house had nothing soft to sleep on and Ayden slept on the kitchen platform with his suitcase, which I do not know where he got from, below his head as a cushion.

'This boy is just full of mysteries,' I sighed and walked out of the house and saw that rumble covered the road, but the portion near this house and Ally's building were cleaned. 'She must use this building as a guest house,' I guessed.

”So you also want to cross the border?” A voice brought my attention back from my thoughts. I turned around and saw a man. He looked in his early thirties and his black hair was prominent, as it was neatly gelled and combed into two sides from the centre of his head. His skin was brown and glimmered, his eyes were small and brown intently fixed on me. He wore a thin cotton cream coloured shirt and black trousers and a black fanny pack hanged around his waist.

”Yes, and you are?” I asked.

”My name is Daisuke Yasui, I am a traveller just like you,” he smiled lightly and sat on a wooden chair beside a broken dining table.

”I am Reth Gale,” I said and saw Daisuke producing an apple and a pocketknife from his trouser's pocket. ”You want a piece?” He asked.

He gave off a frank and easy-going aura, but I was still sceptical about him, ”No,” I continued, ”when did you come here?” I was sure that there was nobody in this house when Ally's guard brought me here.

”About the same time as others came,” he put the pocketknife back and took a bite of the apple directly, probably because I declined his offer.

”Others?”

”Yes, others like us who want to cross the border didn't you notice us in the second floor?” He casually took another bite as he finished. I raised my brows, I was not even aware that there was a second floor, but I shielded my expression quickly and sitting on another wooden chair a little away from him asked, ”So have you done this before?”

By now he had finished the whole apple and I was surprised by his speed, ”This? You mean crossing the border,” the man laughed heartily, ”Yes of course you could say half of my life has been spent doing this.”

Before this conversation could go any further, someone walked down the staircase in the far right, which had gone unnoticed by me in the darkness of early morning, and interrupted us. It was a woman a little older than I was. She was a tall, fair-skinned woman with a curvaceous figure, she had blue eyes and straight shoulder-length blonde hair cut in an asymmetrical bob style. She wore a white T-shirt with a loose dark blue denim jacket over it, light blue jeans underneath, and brown sneakers.