I went to the market plaza in search of new shoes today. The pair I own are falling apart at the seams. Unfortunately I couldn’t find a pair comfortable shoes in better condition than the ones I am wearing. There is a bigger market a day away but I don’t want to travel the distance for shoes. While shopping, I overheard people discussing Central and their wicked ways. The goons of Central are causing trouble all over town. No one is happy. Many feels helpless and deeply worried. I feel their pain. Central stole our fuel and there wasn’t a dang thing we could do about it.
I dreamt about being home again last night. I swear I could almost feel and smell the clean sheets. It felt like a weekend. On of those mornings, when you had a great night sleep: a familial smells wakes you. My mom was in the kitchen making her famous biscuits. I miss those biscuits. I miss the strawberry jam. I don’t know what woke me from my dream but it was a let down when I realized it wasn’t real.
I have decided to send some of my people to Wolf Valley to barter for fuel. Matt and Jonas suggested we storm Central and take back the fuel that was stolen. This wasn’t an option because one or more of us would have died in the attempt. Matt wasn’t happy I disagreed with his suggestion. He stormed out of the meeting. I truly understand his frustration. The trip to Wolf Valley is not without hazards but it is the safer of the two option.
Pete is going to increase the number of people on security patrols during the night hours. Hopefully, Central with not cause anymore trouble.