1:39 - Meat was marching with us. Raucous screams were heard. More meat joined.
1:40 - I looked to the meat. Most looked dishevelled; on the verge of death. Yet some held hope in this revolution. And that hope was invaluable.
1:41 - More meat yet. They peered out from their bolted down homes. Many hadn't left in years; since the uprising. They looked around; curiously confused, near dazed. But then they realise that we are fighting for the land that should be theirs, the world that had turned to metal, the deaths of many. They understood the injustice; so slowly, ever so slowly, they crept away from their small sanctuary of home, and marched with us.
1:42 - I was leading the way. The metal hadn't arrived yet. But they were coming. Soon.
1:43 - We were on the path to the metal. By now, despite weariness, the cheers were louder than ever. A massive group had formed. Yet some people still hid away. They didn't want to risk it.
But we did.
So we ran.
1:44 - A sickening feeling emerged in the pit of my stomach. What if I was leading these people to their deaths? The metal would surely fire.
What if...
1:45 - We had arrived. Cheers echoed through the desolate wasteland of metal. We could see the metal coming. Dark hooded suits. Unrecognisable; not able to discern one from the other. That's what we rose up against; being mere soldiers without our own identities, forced to live out our days being a no-one.
An idea came to life.
My mind danced at the thought.
"Follow me,"
And they did.
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ПриключенияCompleted 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...
