~Chapter 3~
She found a mirror in the building, which she decided to call the Homestead. The name had just popped into her mind, as if she knew it. She was about fourteen years old, with honey golden hair and stormy, piercing grey eyes. Her skin was moderately pale, and she guessed herself to be about 5'4". She had a slim build, and size seven shoes.
In another room, there was a room full of weapons, the basement, which contained swords, bows and arrows, knives, spears. That room had keys lying on a table full of knives. There were about fifteen sets of keys, all for that room. they each came with key chains, maybe for more keys. The room upstairs contained a few beds and medical supplies. There was also a storage room with a few shelves, also carrying keys. Taking a key, she slipped it into her key chain and put them in her pocket. The room had packs, plain pouches in various shades of brown, grey, and black, empty canteens for water, portable food containers, and stationary.
Off in a side room, there was a kitchen. Going back to the weapons room, she took a bronze sword, a wooden set of a bow and arrows, and a short silver knife, then went outside. Opening the boxes in the metal cage, which she thought should be called "the Box", she found clothes, more medical supplies, syringes, food, a small box of wristwatches, and seeds for various types of vegetables. Amelia slipped a watch, which was already set, on.
It was 1 o'clock P.M. according to her watch. She decided that she might as well pull herself together and plant the seeds, since the food supply wouldn't last forever. Finding a gardening shed filled with gardening tools, she tugged out a shovel and found that carrots, potatoes, and peas had already been planting. She planted the new seeds in the empty dirt patches, with the help of Jazz, who she found was a very well-trained dog. It took her all day, and when she finally finished, the sun was starting to set. Suddenly, there was a huge rumbling sound. The four huge openings in the four huge walls were somehow closing. The walls were somehow moving, and they slammed to a close.
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