Off the Grid

"Achoo!" George's sudden sneeze jolted him awake from his sleep. 

"Hey, don't tell me you're getting sick?" Mellissa asked with concern. 

They had been traveling for a week now, and they were told that they just needed another day to reach their destination. 

The travel between Tier Cities was much farther than they expected. And the presence of the black fog outside made the journey even more unnerving. 

Only the light emanating inside the heavy armored train provided some peace of mind, making the journey more bearable. 

Fortunately, they did not encounter any danger this time

"I think someone badmouth me," George replied.

"Is it Reign?" Mellissa asked, her mind immediately jumping to him as the only person she could think of who would openly insult George. 

"Why would he insult me? I even made a cool nickname for him," George replied, sounding perplexed.