Clarity

Chapter 1: Junkyard

I was lonely, so I made a friend.
I made this friend with my own two hands.

Machinery was the new thing.
Inventions were made left and right to help with whatever you wanted.
It was only the beginning though,
only the beginning of this new age of technology.

I wanted so bad to be one of those inventors.
They were my heroes, I looked up to them.
They were an inspiration. Changers of the world people would say.
But that changed.

I was an idiotic, ignorant, and naive child
and I'm still am but better than before.
This time things are more muddled.
There wasn't a clear hero and a clear villain.
In fact, history is written by the victors.

I learned that the hard way.

My "heroes" weren't who I thought they were.
I know better than to trust just anything.
My inspiration was dashed, but there was a small dream.
Just hidden at the back my head.
I still loved technology, and I pursued it by myself.
I shouldn't have, but I didn't care.

I was running across the street while carrying some scrap metal I found in some dump.
When at that moment, I saw a bloody heap of a body.
It had little to no signs of life.

Is that an animal?

I approached the mangled body.
Its blood was splattered on the street along with some of its limbs.
It was a gory sight, but not as gory as that one time...
I looked around the scene.
There was no bloody horseless carriage in sight.

A hit and run....

I swear that invention creates more problems than solvi-

*Honk* *Honk*

Ugh... not one of those again......

I gave the person a dubious look and ignored it.

*HONK* *HONK*

I looked straight at the driver.
Giving them death glares.
I was about to curse them out until, I looked at the machine and around me.

I need to assess the situation and think this through.
There were people trying to get somewhere and I was in the way.

I couldn't move though.
As if I was going to moving for some lazy person who won't walk themselves,
when they have the ability to.

My brain was telling me move, but my heart told me no.
I just stood there like my feet were glued to the ground.
I was lost in thought, and I did nothing while there was honking in the background.
My ears blocked out all noise and I couldn't hear, feel, or do anything.
I'm going to find that culprit who hit this poor dog
and nobody was getting in the way of it.
They did this after all, why should I move.

*sigh*

I need to get going.
I'm sure they'll call the police on me.
But if I go, I'm sure they'll run over the dog
again and again and again
without thinking about it much. I couldn't let that happen.

My body moved before I could think.
I dropped my items,
and did something that was beyond me.
I couldn't believe I actually picked up the dog's body.
The smell was revolting.

I gagged on reflex.

But, I couldn't just pick up its body and drop it right after.
I felt something inside me to give it a proper resting place or at least,
a pine overcoat.
Then, I winced in pain.

Did that dog just bite me?

But that didn't matter.

It's alive. It's alive. It's actually alive.

I was so relieved.
The dog was more or less alive, but
It was cold, and it was losing its warmth and it's blood.
I didn't have long with it.
I pressed through the smell and
as quickly as I can while holding a dog almost half my weight
ran to my "home".