Safe Haven Committee

Chapter two

K. Elliott

Safe Haven Committee {chapter two}

    When Loor awoke the next morning she found Moosh huddling in a corner, shivering, and looking up to her with his dark eyes.

Of course this puppy-dog expression was slightly comical – as it was on the face of a giant grizzly bear and not a dog. Loor laughed, a genuine smile that was quickly erased by the sound of what seemed like a bomb, exploding in the distance.

  Throwing on a blanket, Loor dashed to the window. The once posh looking city with tall buildings and shiny windows was collapsed into ruins. It seemed Loor could pick out every detail even all the way from her little shack. Every detail was startling. Every detail stood out. Every detail had been washed with blood and dried with pain.

  Then there was more. A projectile was flung into the air by a piece of machinery somewhere hidden among the trees. Loor didn’t wait for it to come down; she dove for her pack and Moosh, and a few seconds afterward a muffled and distant whump came, a ringing in their ears afterward.

 “Come on!” Loor yelled over the ringing to Moosh, as she grasped the gruff on his neck, trying and failing to move his half ton body mass. Moosh let out a whimper but obeyed Loor all the same.

  By the next crash of a bomb they were already deep into the woods behind their house. Even from this far off, the ground still rattled and the same ringing of the ears followed. Moosh stumbled every few steps after a hit – wobbly from the ground and the ringing. They were going no place in particular, just going away. Far away. Loor had pre packed her stash in case of something like this. The city barbarians could come down whenever they pleased, and both Moosh and Loor had stayed out of the way of the Committee for years and did not want to be found. Moosh was one of the last grizzlies alive, as all the rest had been killed by the Black Orchids – followers of the Committee. They had no reason to, really, the grizzly bear of the past would kill, but the bears now were so endangered and adaptive to living near cities and people. Loor had read up on the history when she was bored and first found Moosh, alone in the woods; hungry and cold, Loor wouldn’t do anything else but help him. 

Another crash disrupted all thoughts; one that was much closer and startled them both to a stop. A rustling in the brush pushed their hearts into an unsteady restless beat. Moosh was shaking and frightened as ever, yet poised to run at a mere twitch of Loor's command. Loor stood ground, she was fearful as well, but the curiosity she had inherited from her father overcame and got the best of her. She did, though, draw her rusted blade, and if needed, had her bow and quiver strapped to her back.

Staggering, a man about Loors age dragged himself out of the bush - hair of a dirty sandy color, blue eyes, and his side looked as if it was ripped apart. A bloody mess. 

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Sorry this is cut short, I'm working and tinkering with some ideas. What fits, what doesnt. Please vote this if you enjoyed, I would really like to continue this but want to get some feedback from readers. Thanks!