Utterly Alone

Oranges

"Well Denise, I don't want you to talk like that...

hey...yeah I get it.

Yes yes, you already said my ass was getting fat.

Well no, I hadn't thought of why sloths always move slow.

Did anyone ever tell you that you are really fucking odd?"

     The sun shone brightly across the landscape, everything was still, the only sound was the wind and bits of debris being swept across the nothingness. Plants had taken back the planet, the ground covered in weeds and bushes, pushing through the cracks in blinding determination to reach the sunlight. The buildings fell apart at every point, windows broken, doors half closed and slightly off their sliders, everything was in disarray. Large black holes burned into the landscape, showcasing the power of the weapons that were used to fend off the enemy.

     The man continued to rummage about, checking inside containers, constantly glancing over his shoulders left and right. He was a tall lean build, his hair and beard long and unkempt. His clothing, bits of armor and material, damaged beyond compare. Every so often the light would catch his eyes as he turned his head towards the sun, his eyes were a dark brown that became almost hazel when lit by the sun. His boots were worn hard, his toes beginning to show through the material on the front, the sole uneven and giving him a funny stance as he stood still, bending his ankles at odd angles, the man resembled a crooked stick.

"Well yes yes yes. I think...I think..you may be right.

I do seem to remember seeing one over by the blue man..

I think he was keeping that one for himself though... it wouldn't hurt to check."

     He made his way from the piles of debris and into the street, walking with the sun to his back between the large buildings. He glanced this way and that at the remains of the flashing lights, their life now long gone. The buildings rose high into the air, like giant tombstones of civilization. The occasional sliding of his uneven foot echoed through the remains of the city, startling him at times, causing him to stop and listen.

" It that you?

I think its time we had a talk...I am rather tired of waiting for the fuel.

Yes Sir!

Well I would love to have a drink of that...thank you for the bite kind lady."

     He continued this way down the streets for some time, randomly changing direction like the wind, never truly certain of what was next. A seemingly mindless wander through town, the man's words int the empty air a collection of confusing nonsense.

     The sun was now high above the city, it reflected brilliantly off the random shiny objects left strewn about, the light a bright white. The sun nearing the end of its life, as the clock ticked onward regardless of its necessity, growing a brighter and brighter white, unaware of the destruction its disappearance would cause.

     He rounded a corner and took a final step off the cities hard metal flooring, out into the fields of nothingness and vast open land. The city stopped behind him as if someone had cleanly cut the edges with a large knife, the line between city and wilderness abrupt.

     As he walked little spirals of dust trailed behind him, bits clinging to his pants and feet. He pulled a hood from his collar, and placed it on his head. He walked past mounds of downed aircraft, their weapons bent and now useless, giant sculptures of war, their skeletons reminders of the past.