Chapter 13 - 12: Garbage
Chapter 12: Garbage
Kael pedaled down the cracked gravel road, the green bicycle rattling softly under him.
Even though he hadn’t been in the house long, the land already felt like it was... waiting for him.
Kael parked the bicycle just inside the wide, sagging front doorway. No way he was leaving it outside. Not because someone might steal it—but because nature had a habit of reclaiming anything left alone for too long out here. He leaned it carefully against the wall near the staircase.
He pulled out his phone.
4:20 PM. Battery: 29%.
"Shit," he muttered. "Didn’t think I used it that much today."
No charger. The power in the house had been shut off for years, and there was no solar or backup source, either. He rubbed the back of his neck, thinking.
He could charge it at Martha’s shop—maybe tomorrow. She’d probably be fine with it, especially after giving him the bike and survival bag. But until then, he’d have to be careful.
Since I won’t be using my phone unless it’s urgent, it should last until tomorrow. I think—maybe.
Kael slipped it back into his pocket and looked around the house again.