I plopped on the comfortable bed as I exited the shower. Hudson went in the bathroom. Archer was sitting on the desk chair, reading a book he found somewhere.
This is the most relaxed I have felt since the attack. I can tell by looking that Archer and Hudson felt the same.
There is a sense of security in this house. A sort of warmth and hominess that I didn’t knew I missed so much.
In all this running and surviving, I had missed these simple gestures of taking a shower, laying on your bed and staring at the ceiling thinking random things and some other things like having a full house and dinner with family.
These things seem so modest but they are really important and we seem to take it for granted. We only realize how important they are to us, once we lose them.
“What are you thinking?” Archer asked breaking me out of my pondering.
“About how much our lives changed in one day. Before the attack we didn’t have a slightest idea of this world and now we are living in the middle of it. We lost everything but found something new.”
“Yeah. It has been a whirlwind. I just hope that our parents were still alive. I miss them. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to them.” Archer said giving me a sad smile.
“I want to help them with the attack. It will at least bring some sort of justice and peace to our parents and the other people we lost.” Hudson said as he exited the bathroom.
He must have heard us talking.
“I want to as well but I don’t know how it will work.” I voiced.
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