Some kids even call me "Dodo, the bird!"
Even Alice doesn't have a clue
How I can compact into that word.
You'll fit nicely into our crew!
Don't you worry, my dear friend,
All the sadness we shall transcend!
Captain continued to musicate.
"My name isn't Alice." I thought blearily.
"You are not a bird."
I blinked momentarily, blanking out.
When I opened my eyes I found us walking through the outskirts of Eureka.
There's many fancy oddities,
Growing from basic commodities
That happen in our wonderland
Where nothing goes unplanned.
There is no border to this land
No need to fly or run
And anyone can get here,
If you just wish for it!
Captain's song-poem ended.
I looked ahead. This was no wonderland. There was nothing left of the mega-continental-city; the world I once knew was consumed by the pollution of the Dead Zone, slightly flattened out and melted by thermonuclear holocaust and frozen solid by nuclear winter.
As we progressed Captain would point out various ruins and label them as
“GET-YOUR-MAIL-YESTERDAY POST OFFICE OF CAPTANIA”
“JUICY-FRUIT MARKET OF CAPTANIA”.
I could barely find it in me to keep focus. The original sensation of hope I felt when disbelievingly taking the Captain's hand and being helped up had subsided. Right now, I was just tired, cold and highly concerned about the mental state of my new
who just offered me a
“TWO AND A HALF PERCENT DISCOUNT IN SELECTED STORES OF CAPTANIA”.
Captain's words were buzzing into my skull, sucking out the remnants of my sanity like some kind of robot vacuum. It was really distracting me from focusing on potential Dead Zone dangers such as giant brain-sucking mosquitoes.
Wait just a minute... what if Captain is actually one of them brain-suckers in a coat?