Human

The boy in the storm

Ray looked out over the plains. He'd left all he had and ran,away from the storm and the deaths it had caused. He was looking for shelter,somewhere to hide and restore his well being. He walked out with one hand to his head to stop the blood running into his eyes and the other held tightly around his arm where the skin peeled back. He bit his lip in attempt to distract himself from the pain and despite his strong masculine build he struggled to walk on without stumbling.

He saw what seemed to be a block of buildings within a field but upon further inspection he saw it was a farm. He walked past a blanket placed randomly on the stone and walked up to the small home, if only he knew how much I had delt with this place. He walked into the large kitchen which looked antique and from what was left he began to remove food from the cupboards. Ray was strong mentally, but physically he was basically begging for my company. I watch him restore himself through devouring a tin of beans and some meat left in the broken fridge.

Ray knows about the woman who lay rotting on the floor but he continues to act as if she isn't there. Its funny how humans can make themselves ignorant. He grabs a bag from a cupboard and filled it with other materials, the boy really was quite efficient.
He took half an hour before he left the house, but before leaving he picks a family photo off the mantle piece and places it on a wooden table central to the living room, he walks outside and plucks an array of flowers from the field and setting them in front of the photograph. Ray then mutters a few words under his breath and leaves. I'm puzzled by this behaviour, after all he doesn't know the family to actually owe anything to them.

This boy is confusing, he is desperate, injured,tired and lonely, yet he treated those who were lost with respect no one would know about. He's mourning them, people he doesn't even know. I watched him walk away and I didn't bother to follow, after all I will catch up with him sooner or later.

He ventures off towards the fields not looking back and I hate to think it, but maybe you're not all that bad.

Sorry this is short. What do think? Please tell me if I should carry on..... Vote and comment please x