Being on the run is one of the purest experiences out there. Dipping in and out of farms with a variety of tasty livestock and infuriating the disgraceful Council. The most exillerating part about it is when you hear the perfect "crunch" of the fresh crop soil. Usually, I ignore delicacy when prancing around behind the Councils back, invading for a quick snacks or even meals, and after I get the most use out of the farm, I take off for the thrill factor. Except right now, I've dug myself in quite the bad scenario.
To dumb it down, technically I am an embarrassment to my family's name, and that is not a good title to have embedded on your name where I am from. I was kicked out of my house by my surperior as he labels himself, my father, when I was twelve, dusted onto the streets to fend for myself. My father serves on The Council, the governing system that resides over our planet, and once he heard about the trouble I've been causing, to put it short and sweet, I withstood his wrath. Since then I've been out on my own, and this lifestyle benefits me more due to the fact I can get as much thrill out of anything as I want. Suits me perfectly.
Glancing over my shoulder, I approach the supply of the farm, with extreme caution for them. With nothing revealing behind me, I dash inside and remove the code the supply holds for me. Nothing too hard, just a few minor markings that would confuse Baixo kids beyond beliefs. My eyes are amazed by what royalty of goods are put into my sight.
The supply reveals amazements that I have never seen. Layers of delicious meat such as chicken and steak poke out with a slight glimmer in the frozen supply, with mouthwatering fruits staring back at me in the regular supply. I stand looking at this completely shocked, and choking on my words, I begin to stuff all these wonders in my backpack. A wide smile emerges across my face because looking at all this food, I will be able to feed myself for weeks and make profit unheard of from a kid like myself.
Unfortunately, my cheerful thoughts are diminished when I hear just the slightest noise of a door creaking behind me. My mind dashes to possibilities as I scatter around the supply, grabbing as much as I can. With no time to react, a rush of footsteps enter my hearing and I prepare for what is to come, with a slight grin across my face.
"Intruder, surrender or be punished!" a harsh voice barks in my direction, partnered with gunfire to scare off any regular kid.
I feel my body slowly getting hotter, with sweat trickling down my skin and looking down, my fists clench instantly with the sound of gunfire. I feel my own power amp up furiously but hold it back for now. My grin does not fade one bit as I continue to listen to the disgruntled person at the front of the supply.
"Did you hear me? Oh just wait till this story breaks lose, it will be a great laugh with the guys." The voice continues but the harshness fades slightly due to the chuckle at the end of his statement.
Footsteps become clearly heard as it sounds like a heard of elephants stampeding toward me. Gunfire is shot just past my body, checking every section of the supply with no more caution. This man is not messing around anymore, and my body can sense this as I tense up even more.
A light appears with no further words from the man, but echoing footsteps become more clear with every step. No more facing oblivion, I say to myself. I turn the corner and with the brief glimpse I catch of this man, his mouth is agape and eyes look bewildered. Clearly, he is confused out of this world and I let myself smile widely.
Evading him without a single sound of footsteps, I lock the supply door behind me and hear vigorous screaming of reinforcements from the man into a small radio I assume. Oh well, I tell myself, and sprint to my next destination: The Cliffs.
