Lucid Waking

Archive for March 23rd, 2010

The Wanderers (8)

        Swiftly exiting, he made his way down the hall back to Visitor Services and this time when he tried the door, it opened. The office inside was very similar to the Employment office, except slightly more homey. The walls were painted blue instead of white and the waiting area was smaller. To his left, from the doorway, there was a long secretary’s desk and next to that a hall that lead to several other offices. The secretary’s desk had two people, a woman was answering calls and the other, a man, was copying paperwork. As it was early in the morning, the small waiting room was empty and Dorian felt at liberty to go straight to the desk.
        “How can I help you?” the man asked, smiling.
        “I’d like a map of the city, please.”
        “Our maps are mounted on the wall right here. Take your time going through them to pick out the area you need.”
        He was well trained, Dorian thought, if he didn’t ask what I was doing so early in the morning looking for a map. Perhaps, that wasn’t such a rare occurrence, he mused but if asked, he decided to stick by the story that his airplane flight arrived late. Though maybe, that wasn’t such a good idea because he wasn’t even sure there were airplanes anymore since the dome was put up.
        He flipped absentmindedly through the maps. If he looked like he knew he was doing, no one would suspect that he really didn’t. His hand stopped on an overall map of the city. “Terra Dome 3602” the title said, but when he tried unfolding it to its vast size, he had trouble keeping it open. He quickly folded it up to avoid attention and was about to leave when another caught his eye: “Sub-dome 224: Terra Dome 3602 Warehouse Quarters.” He grabbed it, smiled at the secretaries (the woman was now off the phone) and left, taking the elevator down to the lobby.

Author’s comments on post 369: More of The Wanderers. Comments are welcome.