ITS BEEN FOUR HUNDRED YEARS since the world first became unzoned.
People have forgotten how the time before was. Nor do they care to remember.
But Elian does....
Cover made by @BleuSaphir51
Elian stopped walking. He checked his watch on his left wrist again.
There was an alleyway in front of him, on his right. He ducked into it.
He leaned against the brick wall of a bakery.
There was an electro cycle in front of him. It looked familiar enough for him to know he was in the right place.
Elian leaned out and looked front.
There were two black recars in front of the art gallery. The same place from where his father had ordered Wendy's funeral portrait.
Recars, Elian knew, were simply cars in The Earlier Centuries. Recars were cars too except they were more like Winther Buses. They didn't have tires and floated a little above the road. Instead of moving on tires, the recars exerted air from below and used it as the force to move the vehicle.
The people who came in this particular recars though, were not a good company.
Elian knew what was going to happen.
He just hoped she would run.
If she didn't . . . . well, then his whole plan would fail.
She should have been suspicious by now.
Elian just needed to wait.
And stay hidden.
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Winnie peeked outside her mother's bedroom window, slightly pulling aside the thin brown curtains just enough to see through- when she heard the low rumble of recars coming to a stop.
Her mother was watching some comedy show and was laughing loudly behind her.
Her brown hair was pulled into a low bun on her head, with strands falling off the sides of her face. Her sweater was too big for her.
