◎ 𝘿𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙞𝙩: 𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 ◎

Out of the Junkyard, into Jericho

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     It was dark.

     It was raining, hard.

     It was loud, and terrifying.

     Everything hurt.

     You could feel pain, now? You couldn't, before...

     It felt wet all around, where you lied in the mud.

     You couldn't see anything. Not only was it dark because it was night and it was raining, but everything was pitch black.

     You weakly reached an arm up to feel your face, and you expected your fingers to run over your eyes but there were two empty sockets where they used to be.

     You couldn't feel your other arm, your left arm. However, you could feel both of your legs.

     Slowly sitting up and putting your good arm out, you made sure nothing was in front of you as you stood and took a few steps.

     You kept your arm outward, stumbling a couple times before regaining your balance.

     It was cold.

     Now you felt cold, which was a first.

     The ground was completely slick, and you'd almost fallen over several times already.

     You felt a shiver run up your synthetic spine, and you stumbled before falling forward on what seemed to be a pile of something.

     What was this place?

     You pushed yourself up with your arm, regaining your balance.

     You turned your body slightly, just enough to evade the pile of... whatever it was.

     After stumbling around, you bumped into someone.

     Someone, yes, because the small impact earned a grunt.

     It sounded male.

     You took in a sharp breath, taking a step back.

     You grasped your left upper arm, staring into the darkness where you were certain the person you collided with stood.

     Oh God, would he kill you?

     This place almost seemed like some sort of a scrap yard - would he take one of your vital biocomponents?

     You shivered, taking another couple steps back before your heel caught something and you fell backwards.

     You heard footsteps approach you, and your thirium pump pounded harshly in your chest.

     "Are you alright?"

     He had a kind voice.

     Immediately, you felt some of the tension dissipate.

     "I-..." you muttered, eyebrows creasing your forehead. "...no."