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Location: Lucas's House -> Main Street -> Huskers
Lucas West woke up late. It was 9am when he finally arose. Not that Lucas would know the time right now. He had slept on his left side it seemed, based on the pressure on his shoulder. So he leaned over and ran his hand along his bedside table and found his alarm clock, a large button was on top that he pressed groggily. A small electronic voice came out of the clock: 09:02AM. Lucas slowly rose from the bed and placed both feet firmly on the floor, feeling the cheap carpet between toes. Pushing off the bed, he counted three steps in his head and stopped. Placing his hands out he eventually felt out a wooden drawer. Pulling it open he felt around for some boxers and socks and then walking three steps back, sat on the bed and began the process of dressing himself. It just wasn't a fast process. He had gotten dressed in a pair of shorts and a thin tee, but didn't know the colors, just knowing that his parents had left them out for him on the small rack next to his bed.
On instinct Lucas patted his legs, calling Blu. After the second tap he remembered that Blu was away this week. His seeing eye dog had been a godsend, but Blu needed a break too, and so they were away for a week having their checkups, getting some new training updates. And just living a normally doggy life as opposed to being an extension of Lucas’s body. And that was fine. Lucas had other ways he could navigate. Technology had come far since he was young. His smartphone could work wonders for him. Speaking of. He felt along the edge of the bed until his hands found the bedside cabinet again and this time his hand was looking for a charging cable rather than an alarm clock. After finding it he followed it to the end of the end, where his phone was waiting for him. He unplugged it and lifted it into his hands, pushing the home button on the side to wake it up.
Nothing
Odd. Normally the phone would speak now and Lucas could unlock it. He tried again with the same result. He then tried holding down the power button. Still nothing. Lucas didn't really register that it was a power cut. At least not yet. He got up, pocketing the dead phone and began to shuffle into the kitchen. He finally worked out the power might be out when he turned the electric kettle on and got nothing. He spoke out for his parents and heard nothing back. They just both be at work. Instead he began shuffling around looking for his vision stick, but he couldn't feel it anywhere. Eventually after ten minutes or so, Lucas became frustrated and simply went outside without it. Or any aids at all.
It meant that for the first time in a while, Lucas had to rely on his intelligence and memory to navigate. Before he had Blu or his smartphone and the apps within, Lucas used to navigate the town using smells as well as counting the number of steps it took to reach places. In his head he had built a map of the town in his head based purely on step counts. It was impressive. But now it was whether or not he could actually remember what those numbers were.
Turn left, 256 steps forward. Turn right, 138 steps forward and so on
For Lucas it wasn't a bad attempt. He walked into a bush once when he under-counted the number of steps before a turning, but remembered that the bush meant he was at the corner of the street. After a bit of unsteady walking, Lucas had made it to Main Street. And nothing sounded right. Normally Lucas could hear the sounds of people and the hustle bustle of Businesses operating. He usually used that, and the smell, to tell him where he was. The diner, the general store and Huskers had quite unique smells that Lucas could remember. But today. He couldn't smell anything from the diner, on account of the power being out, and with no power, most businesses weren't exactly packed with people. So Lucas did the only thing he knew how to do, keep walking, until you find something familiar. He could hear the sound of children and the sounds of bikes getting closer to him and then moving past him. Lucas had learnt not to try and move when he heard sounds approaching him. It was far safer for him to stay still and let people who can see move around him.
Or didn't take long for him to finally hear something. The sound of a generator revving and spluttering. That sounded like life. Lucas went to take a few more steps forward, only to slam right into something with a crash, his head and chest banging against the composite material. Lucas groaned and moved his hands around the object, he tapped his feet, the noise seemed to confirm that he was on the pavement. So what was this? He eventually moved his hands down and felt the plastic of a tail light. Then moving around he could feel the curvature of some kind of vehicle parked up here. Lucas growled at the inconsiderate parking. He didn't know if walking into it had damaged it. But he didn't care. His head and chest hurt too much. Side stepping the mystery vehicle, Lucas continued to work his way towards the sound of the generator. Getting closer he could smell alcohol, regret and people. This must be Huskers.
Walking forward, Lucas arrived at the widow, stopping himself by casually putting his arms slightly ahead of himself so he could stop himself repeating the accident moments ago. He felt out and could feel glass. That was good. The door had glass. Feeling around more he could just feel more and more glass. Only when his hand drifted low enough to find a sill, did Lucas realise he was touching a window. He didn't really know what it must look like to other people. He followed the sill until he found the door, opening the door and moving inside with a half stagger, both worry and a grin plastered on his face. He hadn't been to Huskers for a long time, and he couldn't quite remember the layout. So he stayed still, waiting to hear people's voices so he could build a mental map of the room.
