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you'll see it for yourself." Finally his mask of indifference completely shatters as a sigh leaves him. "I had no intention of ever letting you out of basement." He tells her honestly. "I had no intention of letting you see what the world had become. It was selfish of me and dumb.... What if something happened? You would have been trapped in that basement until you starved, but, I didn't care about that, I selfishly kept you locked up down there. I was suppose to take you to your father once you were healthy again, but I was afraid and you didn't even..." He cuts his rambling off sharply and shakes his head . "We have to leave, there was a family a few streets over from here, hiding out in their home. A mom, dad and a little boy. The father and I use to trade items... but last night I smelled smoke, and when I looked outside the whole area was covered in it. This morning I headed over and found half a dozen Creatures picking through what was left of the family's home." His left hand once again finds his hair. "I assume they were taken, which means we could be found out about. We have to leave, try getting to Mexico. We can try finding your father and mine..." He trails, seeming to lose himself in thought as he once again sighs.
    He's stressed, she can see that, and if what he tells her isn't a lie, it's understandable. But...The young woman struggles with what Henderson is telling her. It was way too much. Too much, too soon.
    "Why don't I remember any of this?" She questions weakly. Lacey looks at the boarded windows. All that could be going on outside? All that could be going on and she had no idea.
    "I dunno..." He lightly shrugs, glancing at her. "You were violently sick... you caught a deadly bug only a few people actually are lucky enough to live through." She frowns at him and he looks at her sheepishly, realizing what it was he had actually said. " I... was given a brief course from my dad on how to take care of you and... you got better after a few weeks, but you forgot... everything."
    She tries absorbing this, going over what he had said. She had always trusted Henderson before the whole thinking he had kidnapped her situation, she could do it again. Henderson wasn't a bad person, a little emotionally constricted, constipated really, and indifferent at the worse times, but he wasn't a liar and he had been looking out for her. She owed him in away, yes, most of his actions had been selfish and he was obviously on creep level fourteen. Not telling her anything, was shady, but he had was helping her. In his own way, right?
    Still... He had blinded her by not telling her all this months ago. She couldn't find it in herself to forget that.
    "What... now?" Lacey finally speaks again. "What now..."
    Henderson looks startled, it being nearly ten minutes since he had finished speaking. He frowns at her, leaning backwards, studying her face, for what wasn't very clear. "We head for Mexico." She wonders when he became this annoyingly dramatic.
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    Chapter 7
    Alasa
    Sometimes Alasa makes up stories with the family from the framed photograph. Sometimes it would be happy stories about how the family grew and aged - mother and father would grow old, both sons would age as well, becoming successful men, possibly a doctor and a lawyer. A happy close family they were. Sometimes her stories would be very sad - father would run away from his family, from his responsibilities, leaving his wife and kids, mother would have to raise her kids by herself but the boys wouldn't grow up right, both would be bad, starting a life of crime.
    But in both, that family was alright at the very end.
    She's staring at the family when she feels him behind her, she briefly glances over her shoulder at him. His gaze is on the frame.
    "That's mom, the father and sons... children," she tells him pointing at each member of the family. She has no idea why she's doing it, why she's bothering with it. It was likely the lack of interaction with anyone else, not