at first he had wondered if it had been some sort of joke. a cruel and sick one sure, but a joke nonetheless. another city, another time, another place. another virus. no, it wasn’t quite like that, from what he’d heard. he was one of a few; swinging a bag labelled L. KENNEDY across his shoulder as he went about his business in what people encouraged him to call ‘a new home’.
a couple days after arriving, he went exploring. there were varying areas, wards or something, each with their own mood and features. they felt like mini cities in themselves, but eventually he would wind up back at the bus stop to where he’d originally been left on his first day. on foot, leon ventured into a street ( whichever ward, he could not remember. he’d learn them by heart eventually. ) seemingly dedicated to fitness. that was something familiar at least. the morning mist was fast disappearing but the hour was still pretty early, and yet there were still a good few people gathered waiting for one particular gym to open.
“ this place accepting new members? “ if he couldn’t do anything else, perhaps it was better to indulge in something therapeutic. he could shack himself up in any bar once they opened, but for now, perhaps it would do better to sweat it out. one woman stood apart from the rest, thus his question went to her; pink hair pulled back into a workout-ready ponytail and her bag slumped at her feet as she waited.
“ as in, new-new members. is that even how it works around here? “ /// - @imcatholic
