Sighing as I set my feet down upon the red sand, I shielded my eyes from the gusting wind and the tiny pieces of debris as I cast my eyes to the almost completely barren wasteland in front of me, the towers of collapsing buildings and cities left behind. Gently, the darkening sky full of swirling reds and yellows settling into its hole below the horizon, allowing the strobes of stars to appear above.
The rocks underneath my feet tapped subtly along with the soles of my sharp boots which were equipped for hiking situations, even not along the lines of a mountain; gripping was required for this certain time period. My unusually long hair shivered in the now whipping wind, blocking all other sounds from my eardrums and causing me to block my eyes, for fear of the sting.
Turning back towards the crumbling city and away from the wind, I studied the look of the tall buildings, of the decayed and rotten, of past memories lost. The tallest of the buildings were leaning towards the ground, their sides torn out, everything threatened to fall out. Tinier apartments and houses, seeming as ants compared to the giants, were abandoned and cracking, graffiti still lingering from the horrible desperate citizens. Parking lots, open garages, parks, stores, all lined around with cars, some carrying never-delivered groceries, others holding sad-looking corpses, whilst the rest were simply abandoned; I remember seeing the leather ones tearing off, the other softer fabrics only progressively turning cushier. The typical house pets that were left outside roamed the streets, surviving as long as they can, while the animals which were trapped inside screamed for unnecessary freedom. It looks less bad than it actually is; the whole view still punctured my heart.
Unable to witness the literal downpour of humanity, I turned around towards the dying-down wind, facing the red wasteland of a desert, filled solely with rocks, dead bushes, and small holes. Somewhere, across that desert, was safety; somehow, in some way, something safe would be of beneficial use to me, or to possible others as well. Whether a cure, a safe haven, or a trip away from this madness, I would have to risk my life; with brute struggle and a whole lot of determination, on the other hand, I knew that I could prevail. I have to – there is nothing else to do. The cities were no longer safe, barely anybody could be trusted; the sooner the survivors are safe together, the better the conditions of living a long, healthy life. I mean, ☢, I admit to have lived past my teen and young adult ages, but still, you can do so much more.
In any case, I've better get moving; with a backpack on my shoulders, and a suitcase in my hands, I hunched forwards, slouching to go against the debris flying past. Leaving behind the past of the place I once lived in, going forwards was the only option.
If I hope to survive, then may my soul reach out for adventure and grasp its' throat, squeezing until it gives up, and lets me go. I have no intention for failure right now.
Hair whipping, clothes flapping, shadow looming, and heart thumping, the clouds rolled across the lowering sky, blocking the sun and all of its' warmth.
To be scared would be an understatement; I am terrified of the future.
A/N: I decided to make this chapter, as it kind of was a request //thx budda// and bc I just can. yep
whether or not this ties into the story is up to you
im trying to write, i rlly am, but i need to get back into that state of mind again
i am working on this, and nothing rlly else
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cya
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Science FictionUPDATED AS OF 8/19/17 & SMALL DISCLAIMER: As of the recent update, all swear words are now uncensored. Expect some sassiness from your main protagonist, as well as action and adventure. Have some fun reading! Yes, I like to fly. But I don't like to...
