The Birth of a Rebellion by Adam Sipperly

Author:Adam Sipperly [Sipperly, Adam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-15T22:00:00+00:00

Waking up hours later, Patrick felt more rested than he had since well before starting high school. The thought of waking up for school and worrying about being late felt like it was a different life. Gin-us was still sound asleep, mumbling something about the Firemen. Patrick sat up as he checked the time, 12:47. His watch was analog, a prized possession he had inherited from his grandfather. Given that it was an old watch, and there was currently no sun to track by, Patrick had no idea if it was AM or PM. He ran some quick calculations in his head, figuring out they had been asleep for either nine or twenty-one hours. Sure feels like I slept for twenty-one hours, but there’s no way. Right? Patrick jumped from his cot, sure that it was now the middle of the night.

“Gin-us,” Patrick gave his cot a small push, “it’s time for us to get up.”

Gin-us’ eyes opened suddenly with a scarred look that faded when he realized where he was. “That was a good rest,” he said, getting up, pretending as if he hadn’t just mentally gone someplace else. “What time is it?”

“Close to 1:00 now, your guess is as good as mine for AM or PM.”

“Let’s hope AM, and that the town is asleep.”

Does time work the same down here?

“We should eat something quick, and then let’s keep moving. We’ve already wasted too much time.”

They both ate quickly from the food in their packs and Gin-us took the tent down as quickly as it had gone up. There was a dusting of snow on the ground outside the tent, a fact that struck Patrick as odd, snow falling beneath the Earth’s surface. While this was a welcome change in temperature for Patrick, he still shivered and pulled out a sweater and pants the Martians had provided him. The Martians’ technology was fascinating. As soon as he slid the extra layer on it was as if his body was surrounded by warmth – the clothes seeming to emanate heat themselves.

With full stomachs and warm bodies, the two of them made good time to the village of the Ice people. The town looked like something out of a horror Christmas film. It was hauntingly beautiful, everything made of glistening ice, sparkling in the darkness. But it was deserted and silent. There was no indication of anybody living in the area, and both Patrick and Gin-us were okay with that.

They continued on cautiously down the street, eyes constantly darting left and right. Patrick stayed very close to Gin-us, almost right on his heels. He had been so focused on looking down dark alleyways that he hadn’t noticed when Gin-us stopped and ran right into him.

“This must be it,” Gin-us said pointing first to one of the small blue houses and then down the road as he continued. “Second left, third house on the right. Now we just have to go in, get up the stairs and make it to the door at the end of the hallway.

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