Fall of Hope

Chapter 3

Lance decided it was time. His mind was in place. Or so he believes. He needed the utmost concentration if he was going to do this. He had all the disadvantages. He had no idea who he was. He had no idea who this group was. He had no idea of the history between he himself and this group. But what could he do? Wander off? Do something else? Maybe he could observe this group a little more, but he was very confident of himself.

He knew he could somehow approach this group and talk to that man- Brenner if his eavesdrop of the group he followed had paid off. It was probably his best chance to learn of these powers. The power of Akal or what-not it was. Lance could probably make some connection of his powers to himself, and if he was lucky maybe these people knew him.

But how to approach? He decided the best way to do this was to walk straight forward to this group. The group contained soldiers and from what he saw, some civilians. So surely; the group couldn’t be so aggressive. If he looked suspicious trying to sneak in or something similar someone that spots him may take action. Action that could take his life away.

Lance breathed slowly. His mind went to that girl who he met when he woke up, and snuck up behind him; through a concrete wall. Whoever she was, he had a feeling he’d see her again, so he decided to take the thoughts of the girl with white hair away from his mind. Only her words of advice remained; ‘Walk to these people cautiously, they’ll help you’.

Lance took another deep breath and began to walk out of the building. He had hidden there to organize his train of thought, but Lance decided his concentration wouldn’t hold out so much.

He exited the building now; he let the unorthodox atmosphere sink in. The sky was unmoving, the endless clouds didn’t seem to move; nor end. He observed the ground; he took his prior theory into his head. The roads and buildings are filled with ash, could those be ash clouds? That was an interesting theory but he would think on that later.

He turned his head to the camp; there must be at least two-hundred people there, maybe more, from where he stood he could point out various tents, some small, some large, people walking, and soldiers just walking and actually talking; some on guard. He remembered seeing it from the rooftop, it was a pretty large area with only five roads to exit; it was probably some sort of mall in the past.

Lance began walking forward to the camp. His heart beat faster, obviously nervous of his chances. His amnesia may be what kills him due to not knowing these people. His footsteps were somewhat silent yet now hearable, Lance bothered to check his legs, his shoes were dark, some sort-of leather, they looked like shoes you could use in sports.

The area he was heading to had a decent number of people, yet they would notice him as he got closer. Lance’s eyes moved to the sides, he saw soldiers on rooftops. He’d be spotted soon. As he got closer he could hear the words and conversations of the group he was nearing.

He looked ahead. He was already getting attention. He kept on walking, soldiers and civilians looked at him from afar, he was still too far to read their faces. So he had no idea what they thought. The group of people he was approaching seemed to stare at him but got back to their conversations, out of that group someone walked towards him.

He moved his eyeballs; the soldiers in the crowd were observing him. They noticed him. Well, they hadn’t shot him yet. So Lance thought that was a good start. Lance began walking slower, and the person who was approaching him became more recognizable.

It was she for the sake of respect. Once again, this is another person who didn’t seem old, she was probably younger than him, or older. He really can’t tell; but he can tell one thing; she was young. Her eyes were darkly brown, observing him as she got ever closer. She was somewhat pale. Her blonde hair didn’t seem long for someone around her age. Or he thinks. Lance really didn’t know if it was short or long or medium or whatever.