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A FUZZY SILHOUETTE OF A LIGHTBULB shone through his hazy eyes. He rubbed at them, leaving over and coughing.
He got up from his bed, and walked up the stairs from his basement. He looked at the windows that were covered with boards and duct tape.
"Ma?" The young boy called out, walking around the corner and seeing his mom resting her head on the arm of the velvet chair.
"Ma? Breakfast?"
"E-Elliot?" She asked, turning her head slightly. Matted auburn hair dropped down across her face.
She looked at him fully. and he gulped.
"Yes, Ma. It's me."
"Oh..oh..okay. Yes, yes breakfast is good." She said, turning back around to stare out the window.
He turned slowly, stomach churning.
Beyond the window stood a destroyed world. A planet filled with catastrophic damage and a wasteland of the north side.
Elliot slid the wooden stool against the counter, stepping up on it to reach a can of fruit for his mother.
He struggled reaching it, fingertips just grazing the can until he heard footsteps. His head snapped behind him, seeing his mother graze her fingertips against the peeling wallpaper of their small home.
"Elliot?" She asked softly. He rushed down from the stool.
"Ma what are you doing up—"
"Well, i thought you could use some help."
"Ma, you can't see—"
In place of his mother's eyes held purple eye bags and black hollowness.
His mother had clawed her eyes out when Elliot was only 3. Since then, he had to care for her.
"I know, i know but—"
Pounding at the door made his mother jump.
"Elliot? what is that."
"I don't know Ma-"
The door burst open, shards of wood splintering off the door trim. 3 soldiers piled in, black hats covering their face and thick suits made of leather. They held guns.
A woman, shorter than the soldier's came out behind them. She had a bun and a tight-lipped smile.
She nodded in Elliots direction and two soldiers grabbed him by his arms.
"What? What—Elliot?" his mother frantically asked, trying to grab onto him.
"Good. Take him to the helicopter." The woman said.
"No! No, you can't take my baby!" his mother sobbed.
"Don't fight this, Alexandra. You know this was meant to happen." The woman voices, strong and unwavering. His mother whimpered.
