Jezebel went to a hotel and booked a room. She wanted a quite place so as she could explore the space. She could feel it's connection to her and she wanted to see if it would be the same as described by the book.
She sat on the bed and looked at the tear drop red mark that appeared on her navel . She had not noticed it until she now. She remembered in the book, Baileys mark was on her wrist and looked like a bangle engraved in her skin.
Maybe because she was not the protagonist that why she was different. She thought in her mind that she wanted to enter. Jezebel was surprised, reality and just knowing were different.
The space she was in was large, practically endless,she could not make out the beginning or the end.
From where she stood a small house could be seen. She walked to that direction. When she neared the house,she noticed it was well built, although not well maintained .
She walked into the house, the wood creaked as she stepped on it. The house was well furnished albaut with old furniture. The furniture was the types she saw on history books.
She could guess that this may have been made a very long time ago and was accidentally dropped or thrown off. It might also be the authors will. In the apocalypse those who had space were a valuable asset.
Anyone with space like Bailey,dual powers the main protagonist or users of lightening were practically powerhouses in the apocalypse.
The land in the space was farmable so she knew she constant supply of food. Even though she didn't know how to farm ,she could learn or seduce someone who could. She had promised herself to live a good life and she was going to.
Jezebel though in her head that she wanted to leave and she appear back in her hotel room she looked at her watch only ten minutes had passed. She had spent one hour in the space .
The ratio of space to the outside world was six to one. So the time in space moved faster than the outside world, planting would ensure that she harvested earlier by a large margin.
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Jezebel after checking out of her hotel headed straight for the wholesale market.
The whole sale market was crowded with both buyers and sellers. Sellers shouting their prices while buyers arguing for lower prices.
Jezebel headed for a smaller store at the end of the market. An old man was sitting there looking at people, he didn't seem interested in selling as the other over enthusiastic sellers . He was selling cereals such as rice, beans, soy beans and others she couldn't recognize.
" can I get cereals in large quantities," she said to him.
" How much?" he ask looking at her with interest.
" Everything you have," she said. The old man now stood up.
" Young lady watch are you going to do with all that,"
" am opening a large mart so I need a lot of it, so I want to experience shopping," she said,sounding as spoiled as possible.
A second generation just playing shop the old man though.
" Do you know a warehouse that available," she asked the man.
" yes I own one but it's in the out scats of the city, I can rent it to you for half the price since you just cleared all my stocks,"
Jezebel smiled at this, she had hit two birds with one stone. She sighed the five months warehouse contract and the cereals contract for the old man to distribute her with cereal once every month. before she moved to the next shop.
At the butcher she ordered a hundred kilos of of meat, every type of meat. Chicken,duck and cow. She bought everything. She then commissioned the butcher to deliver the same amount of meat every month for the next six months.
It was past noon so she decided to go to a small noodles shop and eat before she could continue to buy things there . She order beef noodles a delicacy She missed. It had only been three days since she came back but she had now started to adapt. After the meal she ended her shopping spree in the market .
Walking had made her tired this made her realize that she had to exercise, she was too weak now and needed to improve her strength and combat.She decided to sign up for a combat class at That time since she didn't want to learn as soon as possible.She only knew roughly how to fight forced from experience with fighting for scraps and protecting herself from being raped because of her face.
She looked online and found a training ground that was headed by a former soldier. It had good recommendation so she decided to see it .
Jezebel stood Infront of the small shop, it looked old and she wondered if she had gotten the right place. Fight ground was written on a barely hanging board right outside the shop, that was it's name. She pushed the door opened.
What greeted her was the smell of sweet and musk. She walked inside looking for a reception. The place was surprisingly large with three large arenas in the middle there was a full gym on the side . People stood in different spots some talking, others exercising while two of them were fighting in the arena , there was not too many people.
" Hello how can I help you," a yong guy no older than eighteen appeared next to her suddenly.
Jezebel jumped shocked.
" Sorry," he said awkwardly.
" So I wanted to register for combat training," she said. He looked at her surprised .
" Okay for how long?' he asked
" Five months," she said.
" We do training five days a week if you have an emergency and can't come, you have to give a notice," he said as he led her away towards a corridors that seemed to lead to an office.
" Where are going?" Asked, she wasn't in the habit of following unknown men down a dark early.
" Ooh, sorry to meet the boss," he said rubbing his nose awkwardly," he's the one who handles combat training, as you've seen in the review." She nodded.