The Tower

Mykie

They walked, hoods up, along the street clinging to the shadows, hiding in plain sight. Nowhere was safe, no one was safe, especially not Mykie Waller.

She slipped into a side alley a small figure behind her. Pulling down her hood she fixed her beanie and pushed her curly hair out of her eyes, "Look, up there," she shifted her gaze and pointed to a singular illuminated window at the top of a tall grey tower, factories bellowing smoke into the blue, pink night sky surrounding it. "That's where we're going," she looked down at the small boy next to her and for the first time noticed his strange appearance; completely white hair and sunset orange eyes, a large black pupil shrouding the most of the iris had distracted her from it. He stared at the light, a picture of the scene in front of him reflecting off his unusual eyes. He looked terrified. "Where ya' from kid?" she asked, smiling at him, he looked saddened, "Home. But that isn't home anymore, it- its gone, like everyone" his accent broke to reveal a British tone over his voice, "Everyone is gone! There's no one left! They- they all, you all, took them away from me!" he started sobbing,

Panicked, Mykie pulled him into her chest hugging him tight, "Its okay don't worry I'm here now, you're not alone" she rubbed his back then pulled him away slightly smiling, he smiled back looking at her "I-"

"Sebastian!" A hand holding a cloth cupped over her mouth and she was pulled awayinto the darkness slowly drifting away to black