28 A shameful first contac
From the signs outside Pleasantcity to the ruined storefronts of the shops that mention the name of the town, for an hour Jane hasn't stopped destroying all the physical indications referring to the name of Pleasantcity.
(Rowlrowlrowl) she knows that. She has the beauty of Venus, her strength is equal to Superman, or almost, but exhausted from her volunteer hard work and assaulted by her stomach screaming as loud as it can, Jane who is worried, gets angry.
"Enough is enough. I don't wanna hear any more from you, so you shut up."
As she leaves the village center to an unknown location, Jane feels no different than a Robinson Crusoe, abandoned on his island. Of course, the United States is still a big island and Jane is well aware of that, but left to herself in this hostile environment with no one to feed her, her hope of making it through the night becomes weaker as the seconds pass.
Jane looks around her with a tiny hope of finding food cans and a stove, but her slender shoulders collapse. Maybe if she found a shovel and cleared some of that grey dust, she would discover these kinds of vital resources, but for now, everything must be hidden under that thick layer of ashes.
The few birds circling around her also attract her attention. Jane knows herself to be powerful and killing a cute little bird by sending it crashing into a tree is nothing to her, however, she is not a barbarian who would be able to eat raw meat and since she doesn't know how to make a fire...
Standing in a static position for 5 minutes, head down and arms dangling, the young girl with the face covered with dried blood, who from time to time screams horrors towards her belly, suddenly straightens her body.
When the fragmented thoughts of two people invade her mind, Jane, who is looking for someone to feed and care for her, forgets that she can fly. She also ignores the fact that she is wearing her beautiful shoes from Paris, while she runs as fast as her long legs they allow her to do so, towards the source of these thoughts.
In a superhuman effort, Jane is certain of one thing: Those who have never known hunger, do not know how painful it is to feel his empty stomach contract and finally shrink.
As painful as this experience is, a philosopher in spite of herself, Jane prefers to learn a life lesson from it, rather than give up, and when her belly emits another growl, she tries to speed up her run.
Hidden by what in the past must have been a combine harvester, Jane watches suspiciously as the two men dressed roughly. They are thin, with tired facials and a too sun-tanned skin. In addition to these physical characteristics, which are not Jane's favourite, their patched and coarse clothing shows a lack of self-esteem, perhaps even an obvious sloppiness.
The man with a three-day beard and a worn-out straw hat on his head chews an extinct cigarette butt gracelessly. He may not be 40 years old, but his tired eyes, over-tanned skin and thin figure make him look 10 years older.
The other man must be the same age. He wears a long beard that is poorly maintained, under which Jane can observe two tiny chapped lips. His ageless Giants cap barely conceals the huge scar that runs across his entire forehead. As unpleasant as it is to look at, Jane cannot ignore his beautiful blue eyes, too expressive, which seem plunged in sadness. According to Jane, his eyes are like those of the long dogs that gave the Hot Dog its names. They are so expressive that she feels her heart softens at the sight of them.
These two men, moving very slowly across the great plain of green grass, walk with their eyes towards the ground. Sometimes Jane sees them stop their steps and bend over to pick up who knows what and put it in a round plastic box. Appearing satisfied of their discovery, the two friends repeat the same gesture every few feet.
They are really not very beautiful. They are dirty and their clothes are not pretty. It is precisely because of these few clues that Jane thinks she knows who she is dealing with. The presence of such people here is a godsend for Jane, who comes out of hiding and addresses the two men by placing her hands on her hips.
"Hello, gentlemen, you're gypsies, aren't you?"
When the happy little voice comes from the two men's backs reaches their ears, brave as they are, their bodies are filled with tremors that they can barely suppress. For these men who live here, it is well known that apart from the tortured souls of the deceaseds, no one is brave enough to wander around this area.
As one, the two frightened men turn around. A teenage girl or a ghostly apparition? Difficult to say because Jane's present appearance doesn't allow these men to get a clear idea of what they are facing.
The long-legged girl, tall for her age, who can now see the contents of the little plastic box of the man with the cap, is nauseous. When Jane discovers huge earthworms twisting and wrapping themselves around each other inside this box, held by his right hand probably damaged by too much outside work, her face turns white in an instant.
"Even if you're hungry, that's no excuse, you shouldn't eat this kind of thing. No, it's not good for human beings."
The two men look down at their little plastic box, then they look at each other with surprise. They both burst out laughing at the young girl's baseless and somewhat simple statement, who now vomits on the floor.
The man with the 3-day beard wipes the few tears from his eyes and observes what underneath this layer of dirt and red make-up is certainly a teenage girl. In detailing the girl, he laments that her face is so ugly because her body is the most hot he's seen for a long time.
"Hello little lady, this earth contains the biggest earthworms in the region. It must be due to some kind of genetic mutation that happened after the bombings 35 years ago and for fishermen like us, it's a godsend to be able to collect so much bait of this quality. May I ask what you're doing in this place that is usually deserted by man?"
Fishing bait? Of course! Even an idiot would have thought of that possibility, so why didn't she consider it for a second and immediately supposed that these men were collecting their food by digging up the ground?
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A little annoyed by her previous comments, Jane wipes her mouth with the bottom of her tee-shirt and then stands up proudly, leaving no evidence of the shame she is now feeling. What she's doing right now, well, right now, Jane has only one answer to that.
Jane is certain that saying that she is from the past or that she is a powerful Hanuman would only serve to confuse these simple men. Her answer must be concise but credible. Believing that her decision is the right one, Jane takes a troubled expression to express all the world's misery.
"In fact, gentlemen, I was on my way to Little Rock with my group of friends from Middle School when we were separated by a train. Since that tragic incident, I've been walking non-stop in the hope of finding a good soul that will feed me."
Satisfied with her explanation, which she finds perfectly plausible, Jane smiles in the direction of the two men whose faces have just collapsed.
"Miss, know that I do not question your words, but Little Rock was destroyed long ago, and the same is true of all the railways in this state. As for the word, (Middle School), I've heard it before, but I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh? What?"
(Rowlrowlrowl) she knows that. She has the beauty of Venus, her strength is equal to Superman, or almost, but exhausted from her volunteer hard work and assaulted by her stomach screaming as loud as it can, Jane who is worried, gets angry.
"Enough is enough. I don't wanna hear any more from you, so you shut up."
As she leaves the village center to an unknown location, Jane feels no different than a Robinson Crusoe, abandoned on his island. Of course, the United States is still a big island and Jane is well aware of that, but left to herself in this hostile environment with no one to feed her, her hope of making it through the night becomes weaker as the seconds pass.
Jane looks around her with a tiny hope of finding food cans and a stove, but her slender shoulders collapse. Maybe if she found a shovel and cleared some of that grey dust, she would discover these kinds of vital resources, but for now, everything must be hidden under that thick layer of ashes.
The few birds circling around her also attract her attention. Jane knows herself to be powerful and killing a cute little bird by sending it crashing into a tree is nothing to her, however, she is not a barbarian who would be able to eat raw meat and since she doesn't know how to make a fire...
Standing in a static position for 5 minutes, head down and arms dangling, the young girl with the face covered with dried blood, who from time to time screams horrors towards her belly, suddenly straightens her body.
When the fragmented thoughts of two people invade her mind, Jane, who is looking for someone to feed and care for her, forgets that she can fly. She also ignores the fact that she is wearing her beautiful shoes from Paris, while she runs as fast as her long legs they allow her to do so, towards the source of these thoughts.
In a superhuman effort, Jane is certain of one thing: Those who have never known hunger, do not know how painful it is to feel his empty stomach contract and finally shrink.
As painful as this experience is, a philosopher in spite of herself, Jane prefers to learn a life lesson from it, rather than give up, and when her belly emits another growl, she tries to speed up her run.
Hidden by what in the past must have been a combine harvester, Jane watches suspiciously as the two men dressed roughly. They are thin, with tired facials and a too sun-tanned skin. In addition to these physical characteristics, which are not Jane's favourite, their patched and coarse clothing shows a lack of self-esteem, perhaps even an obvious sloppiness.
The man with a three-day beard and a worn-out straw hat on his head chews an extinct cigarette butt gracelessly. He may not be 40 years old, but his tired eyes, over-tanned skin and thin figure make him look 10 years older.
The other man must be the same age. He wears a long beard that is poorly maintained, under which Jane can observe two tiny chapped lips. His ageless Giants cap barely conceals the huge scar that runs across his entire forehead. As unpleasant as it is to look at, Jane cannot ignore his beautiful blue eyes, too expressive, which seem plunged in sadness. According to Jane, his eyes are like those of the long dogs that gave the Hot Dog its names. They are so expressive that she feels her heart softens at the sight of them.
These two men, moving very slowly across the great plain of green grass, walk with their eyes towards the ground. Sometimes Jane sees them stop their steps and bend over to pick up who knows what and put it in a round plastic box. Appearing satisfied of their discovery, the two friends repeat the same gesture every few feet.
They are really not very beautiful. They are dirty and their clothes are not pretty. It is precisely because of these few clues that Jane thinks she knows who she is dealing with. The presence of such people here is a godsend for Jane, who comes out of hiding and addresses the two men by placing her hands on her hips.
"Hello, gentlemen, you're gypsies, aren't you?"
When the happy little voice comes from the two men's backs reaches their ears, brave as they are, their bodies are filled with tremors that they can barely suppress. For these men who live here, it is well known that apart from the tortured souls of the deceaseds, no one is brave enough to wander around this area.
As one, the two frightened men turn around. A teenage girl or a ghostly apparition? Difficult to say because Jane's present appearance doesn't allow these men to get a clear idea of what they are facing.
The long-legged girl, tall for her age, who can now see the contents of the little plastic box of the man with the cap, is nauseous. When Jane discovers huge earthworms twisting and wrapping themselves around each other inside this box, held by his right hand probably damaged by too much outside work, her face turns white in an instant.
"Even if you're hungry, that's no excuse, you shouldn't eat this kind of thing. No, it's not good for human beings."
The two men look down at their little plastic box, then they look at each other with surprise. They both burst out laughing at the young girl's baseless and somewhat simple statement, who now vomits on the floor.
The man with the 3-day beard wipes the few tears from his eyes and observes what underneath this layer of dirt and red make-up is certainly a teenage girl. In detailing the girl, he laments that her face is so ugly because her body is the most hot he's seen for a long time.
"Hello little lady, this earth contains the biggest earthworms in the region. It must be due to some kind of genetic mutation that happened after the bombings 35 years ago and for fishermen like us, it's a godsend to be able to collect so much bait of this quality. May I ask what you're doing in this place that is usually deserted by man?"
Fishing bait? Of course! Even an idiot would have thought of that possibility, so why didn't she consider it for a second and immediately supposed that these men were collecting their food by digging up the ground?
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A little annoyed by her previous comments, Jane wipes her mouth with the bottom of her tee-shirt and then stands up proudly, leaving no evidence of the shame she is now feeling. What she's doing right now, well, right now, Jane has only one answer to that.
Jane is certain that saying that she is from the past or that she is a powerful Hanuman would only serve to confuse these simple men. Her answer must be concise but credible. Believing that her decision is the right one, Jane takes a troubled expression to express all the world's misery.
"In fact, gentlemen, I was on my way to Little Rock with my group of friends from Middle School when we were separated by a train. Since that tragic incident, I've been walking non-stop in the hope of finding a good soul that will feed me."
Satisfied with her explanation, which she finds perfectly plausible, Jane smiles in the direction of the two men whose faces have just collapsed.
"Miss, know that I do not question your words, but Little Rock was destroyed long ago, and the same is true of all the railways in this state. As for the word, (Middle School), I've heard it before, but I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh? What?"
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