Post by ||Megs|| on Dec 20, 2007 22:07:34 GMT -5
²Cliché²
Well, it all started when I decided to take a simple walk that morning...
The sun rose to fruitlessly shine its glamor on the near-ruins of the large city, raising the usual grumbled protests of the few 'bums' that still hung around. Heh, I suppose I can't say that we 'hang around' by choice--we are the mere fifty in this huge, barren city that did not get a lift off the planet when dictatorship turned sour.
" 'Aye, Kill! There be a meetin' tanight tha' ya dun wanna miss out on, eh?" I had hardly started down the street when the voice found me, and I really couldn't help but jump. I was the only one who lived on this street...
"Wenstin, how are you this morning?" I said simply as I turned to view the crippled man as he limped slowly away from the alleyway. As usual, he was wearing a dirty and fringed knit cap on his thin, pale-blond hair and a long tattered coat that nearly reached the toes of his scuffed boots. "I never see you far from the north part of town."
"Jus' thought I'd catch ya 'fore you headed out with the foraging crew, Kill." Aah, dangit! I had completely forgotten about that. Foraging groups were sent out each week to go deeper and deeper into the city, to see if it were safe and to also see if there were any more people or useful items that had been left behind. Alright, I shouldn't be complaining, really. If I happened to find something I liked, I'd be able to have first grabs on it.
"What for?" I asked casually, bending over to tie up the stubborn, flimsy lace of my left boot. There was a sting of chill to the air, and all I was wearing were the boots, holy pants, and a thin T-shirt, so my teeth were chattering away. I stood straight up again, and forgot about being cold as the man stood there stiffly, his face masked over with a serious expression.
"Las'n night, I seen a bright spec that crushed to the earth 'yond the city limits. They could be back, Cilasia..."
(To Be Continued....bed time, lol)