An Old Man's Lunch

Chapter 2

Over the distance, was where a city , shining with its clear glass panels,once stood. In its place, he saw collapsed buildings, its concrete crumbled to the ground, with steel rods sticking out.

Tanks and soldiers run the place. Gunfire
sounded everywhere. Standing up, he slowly moved towards the place that used to be his home.

Hiding behind the rubble, he could hear the heavy breathing of the soldiers, marching forward. Waiting for an opening, he looked over the rubble cautiously and ducked.

"What are you doing here?"

Dave shivered and looked behind him.
A soldier carrying an AK-47 poked him with his gun. Dave raised his hands slowly, holding his cane.

"I'm just an old man, you see..."

He swung his cane at the man as hard as he could, knocking him out.He saw an anguished look in his eye before he blacked out.

"HA! Eat some dust, young lad! Give me back my lunch!"

"What are you doing in the opening?"

Dave looked over his shoulder , finding a child staring at him.He was wearing a shaggy Mickey Mouse T-shirt, with half of the mouse's face missing.

"What's wrong with that?"Dave asked.

"They're going to catch you.Come with me."

The boy trekked swiftly through the rubble. Dave tried to keep up, but to no avail.Eventually, they arrived at a small metal hatch, covered with small pieces of concrete. The boy took a key out of his pocket and put it into a lock. He twisted the key as the keyhole tweaked, finally giving way. He climbed down a rusted metal ladder, crunching in every step he took, while Dave followed. At the bottom, a man with glasses stood.

"Peter, who is this...visitor?"

The boy, Peter, looked up at the man.

"I found him outside, beating up a soldier."

"Hmmm... I see..."

"Actually, I'm here to get back my lunch. A soldier stole it and I went through some sort of wall."

"So you time-travelled here.I'm Sean."

"Dave.By the way, this place seems pretty messed up."

"You're right. A few years ago, an enemy nation attacked us. Our millitary was overwhelmed and here we are, at the verge of defeat, but you can change it!"

"Me? HOW?"

"The future is your percept of the past, your present."

"You can do it!"Peter cheered.

"Alright, I'll try."

Dave closed his eyes, trying to imagine a bright future. Gentle white light washed over everyone as Peter looked in awe. Then, there was blackness.