Children of the Eon

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Risk. A situation involving exposure to danger. A risk, a chance you're taking. To others it may seem pointless considering the possible outcome. To the person taking the risk, it's a whole other story. The outcome just doesn't seem as important. The thing that seems to matter is the risk you're taking. At least that's what i told myself as i sat in the basement all day contemplating if i should go back out into the Eon. If i were to get captured by the peacekeepers i would get killed. I've been out in the Eon and I've also been in a basement for 20 years. I have to go back out breathe the fresh air, feel the breeze, see more than what i see from the view of a basement window. I can't describe what I'm thinking. What I'm feeling. I know i could end up regretting this decision but the only thing that seems worse right now is staying in this basement. Maybe I'm crazy or maybe this is the most sane thing I've ever done. I get off my "bed" and reach around until i feel the brown paper bag i put the fake tags in. I pull it out from under the cushions and grab one tag. I lift up one of the cushions and slip the bag under it before resting the cushion on top of it and throwing a few random blankets around. I cautiously make my way up the stairs and to the bathroom. I apply the tattoo on my under wrist. I head to the door walking slowly. I lightly step my foot down before fully pressing to make sure it won't make a loud creak and wake up my dad. Finally making it to the door i grab the knob and turn it fully around then pushing it slightly open just enough to slip through, without releasing my grip on the first door knob i grab the other one. I release my hold on the inside one and shut the door then turn the outer knob slowly before the door is completely shut. I walk carefully down the steps so i won't make noise. I can at last breathe in the fresh air, feel the breeze brush across my skin. I stand still for a second. Tilt my head up breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth, letting the breeze tussle with my hair. I start walking towards the lake. The Eon is glowing by the light of the moon. Flickering street lamps light up the road as i make my way to the lake front. After i walk a few blocks i can see the bridge i had stood last time. I wrap my hands around the railing of the bridge and just really take in my surroundings, letting it all soak in, i glance to my left to see the road i had just walked down. Then to my right the rest of the bridge and what remains of the city. On the bridge stands a boy. A boy around my age. Worries course through me, I should have ran right then, he hadn't seen me yet.