(98 wc. I might use this scene for a beginning base to something more, later. I like it. Thank you, Rochelle for such an inspirational picture this week, and for your spine tingling story, too!)
The cart is a hindrance; bogging down, water-logged. Running for the shuttle, praying I can get things inside before it flooded, too. This made the third month of rain, now. A constant, drenching, mood-altering rain. Command Central promised that they’d fix the weather grid as soon as possible, but I don’t believe them. It all seems like a grand scheme to drive us all to evacuated. It was no secret that they wanted to “repurpose” the dome. Slamming the hatch shut behind me, and leaving the cart in the lot, I headed for the airlock. I need sunlight, after all.