After a bout of self pity, he got up from the ground and went into his second room that he called a bedroom.
It had only a small bed and a mirror.
He lay down on the bed and tried to sleep and stop thinking of his upcoming fate and how to over come it, but he couldn't help recalling the look that Grog had given him as if he was surprised to see him around, alive and kicking.
'I came back the previous week from picking this weeks rations and did nothing apart from drinking a little bit of water.' he thought.
He only started coughing and feeling weak the next day.
'So Grog should have put something in the water when he was not around.' he pondered.
'What should I do, should I pour the water?' he asked himself.
'Aaaaah' he groaned. He was in a dilemma because this weeks rations didn't include water.
'If you can't do something , then don't, just focus on what you ca do.'' he told himself. That is what his mother used to tell him. He hardly remembers his parents nowadays, only blurry faces.
He drifted off to a light intermittent sleep which was interrupted with short racks of cough.
He woke up to the sound of a klaxon blaring.
'Huh, its time to get the rations from the Federation' he sighed.
He got up and walked up to the mirror and looked at himself, he only saw a sickly brown haired pale boy with gray eyes that lacked any spirit of hope.
'Time to go', he joked to himself and tried to smile but it didn't reach his eyes.
He walked outside his metal of a house and looked up at the gray skies.
'What a deary world, its exactly what I am feeling right now'. he lamented.
Since he could remember, the sky was always gray during the day and black at night. Its as if the world was tired of living. His mom had told him about green plants and a sun that was so yellow it could burn the eyes when she was still a child.
But he had never seen them.
He looked back at his house and closed the door, he could do nothing about the window.
'I hope no one comes and finds my water'' he whispered to himself.
Oh, he knew the water was tampered with but it was the only water he had.
He would just have to pray for rain in these coming days. He looked at where the southern gate was supposed to be but it was too far away for his eyes. He dreaded the long walk with how weak he was but there was nothing he could do. He had to survive and there was a sliver of hope that he would find something that would help him.
'Aah, hope is a demon,'' he tried to squash the thought as he dredged on slowly to the southern gate on his weak legs.