It was time. The bricks that held me back had to go. The metal couldn't threaten me with death. So they bound me tightly; forcing me to run in a mere cell. But still I ran.
1:26 - It was colder. It was the first minute of my hour. I had to make it count.
I was a computer genius (humble) and I knew how to send the mainframe for the metal haywire. But it had to be the perfect time.
And the perfect time was now.
I had done it. The sirens were blazing. They were running. I hadn't done much; I had merely set a hoax of six different threats across the institution. And now I ran. The metal had a system of conscription for the immortals; in the event of a threat we were their soldiers, we could fight forever. They expected obedience, and they instilled it into us from youth. But obedience was scarce and over-rated in these times. So we attacked the power. Running toward The metal. I ran. Other immortals followed. They didn't know what my plan was; neither did I, but they followed. They knew why I was running. They had faced what I had faced. They ran with me.
I caught a glimpse of the Immortals. The brothers, sisters, parents and children. The hallowed eyes. The hope, determination, the strength. They were like me; they understood.
So we ran. Together.
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AdventureCompleted Although in need of editing. 'We would run again. Together. ' This book is set in the post-apocalyptic future of sorts. It is a contemplative novel about use of life and place in a narrative form. A bit of philosophy, bit of action, a lo...
