Here's a bit of a preview of a one-shot I'm working on for over the school term. I hope you enjoy!
The Sun's hot light blazes down upon the landscape. Slightly burning the grass and vegetation to a dull brown. Heat waves are visible in the distance tricking the eyes falling upon it. It's a quiet day, no birds are to be seen nor any other form of life except for a movement off into the distance. Three figures, humans. One of them a young man, no older than eighteen. His slim and lanky limbs hang limp close to his sides as his tired legs carry him on his journey, his head hung low and weary. His dark brown hair stuck to his head with sweat. Next to him is a bulky man, a fair amount older. His muscled arms grasping a backpack strung from his back, containing the trio's few possessions. His eyes are bright and optimistic, hopeful. Another young boy trails closely behind the two. His tan skin burnt from the harsh sun, while his once lose shirt clings to his body desperately.
"Derek, how are you in a good mood? You're never in a good mood." The slim boy asks.
Derek glances at his friend, rolling his eyes before answering.
"Well Stiles, the more we move the closer we get." Stiles huffs, obviously irritated.
"That doesn't even answer my question" The boy states.
Derek sighs and continues walking, not interested in continuing the conversation any further.
"You guys remind me of my grandparents, always arguing" The third boy comments.
"I know Scott you remind us every goddamned day" Stiles replies.
Scott merely rolls his eyes at his best friend while they continue walking in silence.
