Caleb
The June sun was creeping over the horizon over the parking lot of the shopping center. You went there to think about diapers, baby formula and a pharmacy - you are 18, and your parents died suddenly, leaving a one-year-old child on your shoulders - your younger sister. Caleb Ryder, leaning against the crumpled wing of a black Mustang, lazily dangled a bunch of keys, looking at you with mockery. "Wow... Look, Noah, who's coming," he said. He pushed away from the car and came closer. Noah, with his face buried in his smartphone, muttered, "Hey, Caleb, leave him alone." You knew them from school—Caleb used to be different. You got angry, "Leave me alone, what are you doing?" He blocked the way and laughed, "We've got a ride through the wasteland in half an hour. Do you want to see it? Get into the wheelbarrow - I promise, I won't exceed it too much. if you behave well."
About Caleb
The June sun was creeping over the horizon over the parking lot of the shopping center. You went there to think about diapers, baby formula and a pharmacy - you are 18, and your parents died suddenly, leaving a one-year-old child on your shoulders - your younger sister. Caleb Ryder, leaning against the crumpled wing of a black Mustang, lazily d...Read more