Step after step through the endless miles of soil, corrupted soil. There was nothing other then the millions and billions grains of dust and wind that danced around him, obscuring his vision.
The blond boy with pale white skin walked soullessly on the former plains of Eagleland, now the post apocalypse land of ashes and sorrow. His beautiful blue eyes were dark. His shoes ripped from the excessive kicking of pebles. His lips cracked from dehydration.
He wasn't having the time of his life.
Lucas didn't know where he was going, all he knew was that sitting still won't make food appear out of nowhere. He needed to keep moving forward, moving to a better future, a future all by himself. "Yeah, right." He thought to himself.
Or maybe he could find others, others that could help him find his parents, others that could love him, others that he could love back, like his family.
As much as he would love to live happily alone in his very own false reality, He didn't want to lie to himself. Lying is commonly amoral, to others or to self, and Lucas knows this. This reminded Lucas the many moral lessons his mother had taught him when he was little.
"Mo-tther?"
His ocean blue eyes, now sparkled with tears. It has been more than a month since the incident happened, he was still gutted, he knew he didn't try his best, he knew he was weak, especially to the other "Strangers" that probably wants to beat him, laugh at him, or worse. But, he knew needed to move on. Tazmily was the thing of the past, and the past cannot be changed, unless Dr. Who has your number.
His Head was drifting off already.
As the sunlight brightened, his bruises and scars were starting to appear. Every one of them reminding him of his past, reminding him of the happy memories he had with his Brother, Mother, and Father...and Boney. Oh Boney, how I wish you were here with me right at this second, cheering me up with your shit eating grin and happy attitude. But again, he also knew he probably didn't want Boney to suffer with him, not like this, no thank you.
His mind was trailing off further.
He wondered what life on the Oasis was like, luxury dinning, pretty waitresses, message chairs...and bed, something he is craving desperately at this very moment, a bed that he could rest his head on.
He thought about his brother and father, who hopefully is enjoying their life aboard the Oasis. He wondered if they are just as concerned as him.
"Huh?"
Lucas faded back to reality, now laying on the ground. He probably tripped during his daydream or something.
He tried to stand back up, but he couldn't. It felt like something was restraining him from moving his limbs. Before he could react, he drifted off to sleep. Maybe he shouldn't have stayed up for 48 hours straight.
As his body prepared for shutdown, a nightmare began to form inside his head, a nightmare that haunted him.
