Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The apocalypse was real. It didnt help me or anyone else to pretend that it wasnt. That was just a fact in my head, obvious. The survivors from the library, however, clung to hope. Not for survival, but for a return to normalcy.

I didnt know why I recoiled at that.

Its because Ive been waiting for this. Third said to me.

Fourth responded, three of us sitting around a small fire. For something, for anything.

I looked at them, mirrors of myself, covered in different dirt. Yet undoubtedly me. If I could make it so none of this happened, I would.

Would you? I said to myself.

I

Down in the camp, surrounded by survivors. Hey, you alright? A voice sounded next to me.

I turned and found Jonathan, the person who had left the note. Id thought that the group of survivors would have some kind of leader. It turned out that wasnt the case. It was just a herd of people trying to decide what to do. Jonathan, like Nicholas, was just another one among them.

Yeah. I said lamely, torn away from the conversation with myself. I looked at the figures huddled around small fires. Wet and miserable. Hot during the day, cold during the night. Its just I dont think things are gonna go back to normal.

Jonathan was a younger man. Put together enough that I couldnt tell if it was all a farce. It probably was, considering everything that had happened. His presence was still comforting, despite my pessimism.

Neither do I. He said simply. But some people need to cling to something. Even if it's hopeless. Thats how you get hope.

At the same moment, I realized they didnt have anything for me here. They gave me context for this whole disaster, sure, but my Class, my abilities, and Skill? It was just as the description said.

Class: [Solo]

The [Solo] excels at what their name suggests. They are self-sufficient individuals who rely entirely on themselves. Their specialty lies in their capacity to act on their own. Their Skills have a wide range of applications and are not necessarily confined to any one field, only that whatever path chosen is walked alone.

I was better off alone, without others to drag me down. I couldnt even argue the other side. It was clear as day. I was self-sufficient, able to traverse the terrain easily, I had an early warning system, I could take risks where others couldnt. The list went on. Alone, I had every benefit.

I was a [Solo]. And I was better off just so.

Yet somehow I couldnt stop staring at these people. The world had been a cruel place even before the apocalypse. I knew because I was one such victim of that cruelty. Werent these people the same? Thrust into this uncertain reality, they would sink or swim. Their lives were on the line and while naive to expect to be saved, could I really blame them?

The original me stood up as First did the same, a mirror to our movements across the distance between us. One nestled between roots, the other surrounded by strangers. A perfect reflection. Two choices before me, a path alone and one with others.

The answer wasnt hard. I had the freedom to choose both. To choose my own path.

To lend help and move independently.

The more I thought of it the more it felt right. They didnt have anything here worth permanently tying myself to, true, but I never had to in the first place did I? A clone amongst a group of survivors wouldnt be wasted. It was another stream of information, another pick against the mountain of mystery brought upon by this apocalypse. It would help. And, in turn, I would help.

On the other side of the coin, I could explore this new reality with open eyes. It was only a hunch, one that grew the past week in the swamp. Where colorful flowers and moss grew alongside dangerous predators and unfamiliar creatures.

That this world brought just as much wonder as danger. That amidst all the shadows I had seen, there were rays of light between the storm.