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had been said during our introductions, so I guess I thought I might be safe as far as people not knowing who my parents were. Nope.
    That evening, I went into a small building. The doors were open and I heard some bluesy guitar playing from within. Inside, I discovered a small stage in the center of a bunch of book shelves that were in a sort of octagon shape in concentric circles. The shelves were lined with hundreds of books. I could tell by the wooden covers on most that they had been produced post-apocalypse. Then I noticed tables setup along the walls. At each table, I discovered teams of two.
    Here is what they do. They take books and copy them word for word by hand. I later found out that there is an airtight vault used to store any original copies that this town possesses.
    The books are of just about every sort. There are old text books that teach math and science. Cook books that have pictures of food that are simply impossible to imagine ever being able to create…much less how something like that would taste.
    And then there is the section simply labeled: STORIES.
    It was here that I discovered copies of my father and Meredith’s journals. Somebody had even given them a clever title.
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    So here is what we learned. These people have never heard of the NAA. They have dealt with the occasional raider, but nothing like a concentrated army. They were more than a little surprised to discover that Dominique was not only alive, but actually a real person. It seems that some folks thought the journals written by Sam and Meredith were dramatized.
    The revelation that both were real people sparked some interest, but nothing too crazy. Nobody even made the connection in regards to my identity.
    There are four other settlements in about a ten mile radius from this one, and they all trade back and forth. This is actually the smallest of the settlements and is like the educational center for the cluster. I guess each of these settlements has a specialty. For instance, this one is all about school.
    When I say school, perhaps I should be clearer. This is where people come to learn once they are older. I guess you could equate it to the Old World concept of college. They teach medical and construction courses here. One of the settlements is like the military. Those folks train in survival and combat. The people from that outpost ride the surrounding area and keep it safe. At least that is how I understood it.
    When we left, they actually gave us a bunch of supplies. We were nice enough along The Corridor, but I sure don’t recall us just loading up passers-through with food and making sure that all of their weapons were in top shape and cleaned. They even gave me a better sheath for my long blade that I wear on my shoulder.
    As we walked today, I reflected on the whole situation. I guess if this were Meredith’s journal, there would have been some suspicion, doubt, and probably a little action. The most action I had during the stay was helping this poor woman who was trying to get her five children to behave while she did some trading with the folks who ran the produce stand. One of the little boys wanted an apple REALLY bad!
    So, Kai and I continue on our journey. Funny, but I didn’t see her much at all during our stay. Usually around the evening meal she would just sort of appear. Other than that, I was pretty much on my own.
    Each evening, I would ask her if we were leaving and she would say, “Not yet.” Until last night. I asked as usual and she just said, “In the morning.”
    And so here we are…back out in the wilderness. Tonight we are camping on the eighth floor of some long building with a bunch of smaller rooms. I thought it might be a hotel, but none of the rooms had beds or bathrooms. Each had a variety of desks full of all sorts of clutter.
    The room we chose to camp in has this big desk and what I imagine was probably a pretty nice chair a couple of decades ago. Now