Rift Walkers

Nobody

         A savior is someone you look up to. Someone that is distinctively ready to help you in the time of desperation. The idea of someone being like that in this world is impossible.
       My "world" isn't one that is in tune with the harsh reality around it. It's more of a bubble I'd say. As soon as someone speaks to me I'd retaliate and give off the easy answers as their first breath escapes their mouth.
     I've been alone for weeks and this has been my social mechanism ever since Hannah...

    I leave my apartment with a simple click of the doorknob echoing through the dusty halls.
My landlord, which lives a door down from me, peaks her head through the crack of her entrance. We make eye contact which makes me internally cringe, mentally summoning my shield of responses.

"Evening." I croak. My throat was sore from the cigarettes I huffed all day. I fiddle with my smartphone, yes still relevant in year 2050, in my right hand as she moves to be in-front of her doorway.
She has to have a proposition, complaint, or warning coming my way. Her dark features wrinkling at the ends of her lips as she eyes my complexion.

"You still workin' at the station?" Her voice whistles through every 's'. She touches the cane that rest in front of her and analyzes the name tag on my chest. Her eyes squint as the bags under them adjust to the movement.

"Yes." I laugh, ready for ridicule. My fingers seem to nervously fidget with my headphone chord as I hook it up to my phone.

Her head raised as she focused her attention briefly to my expression then turned away back to her home.

"You're better off in a junkyard than in that place."
She is as bitter as the world she lives in.

My mind fled elsewhere, only picking up at a small indication that she was trying to gain my attention as soon as I left the front door.
My mind decided her worth within my own head immediately, placing her far away from me and moving on.
The capability of moving forward, wasn't something I was prepared for but my mind did anyway.

I am not in control, my body moves as if a machine was turned on and told to walk.

The world outside is dark, colder than the night before, my nose raises up to the sky, my automated legs not moving an inch.
I take a breath.

A new world, almost like New Years Years but more lonely.
Perhaps Hannah was my time warden.

I got to moving as soon as she crossed my mind, maybe my brain thought it right to keep moving or I would rot where I stand.

Placing my hands in my pockets as my music blurs out the harsh reality beyond me, trash litters the edges of the chipped roads, the sidewalk being overgrown with vegetation.

No one walks anymore, no one speaks.
This place is noisy, even through my earbuds; the highway is only a few hundred feet away.

My hands meet my skateboard from its holder on the edge of the building, ignoring my apathy for the roadway full of assholes that often keeps me up if I'm even trying to sleep that is.

Vines cover the blue light that emits from the holder, almost making it look like a person. Metallic beams hold it up from the earth, rusted and decayed so that the box that is spray painted and flickering with light is crooked.

As soon as I make it to grab my board from its side, a little tune starts up. I quickly touch my earbuds to pause my music.

"No- no- shhh." I wave my hands anxiously, looking back at the parking lot for any humans that roam.
As soon as my attention returns to the small machine, the blue light becomes constant, forming a face on the screen; a plain black smiley face.