The throbbing in his head was all he could feel. It was as though someone had cleaved open his skull before beating it with a bat. Slowly the pulsing died down to a dull ache, and he became aware of the hard ground he was laying on. After what felt like forever, he finally was able to shift slightly and relive the growing pain in his back from the rocks that had imbeaded themself there. A few more minutes and he began to peel his eyes open only to be met with the harsh light of the unrelenting sun. Shading his face with a hand he slowly sat up, groaning as he felt the strain on his aching body. Looking at the envorment around him he was met with another puzzle. He sat in the middle of what appered to once have been a road, though now it was cracked and over grown with wdeds. All around him were silent skeletons that once made up magnificent sky scrapers. As he continued to stare, racking his brain for answers it diddnt seem to have, he noticed that there was much more missing than he first thought. There were no memories of any sort of life before this moment, not even a name. If he wasnt scared before, he sure was now.
Deciding that only sitting there would do him no good he slowly rose to his feet. Once standing he took a moment to orient himself in this new position before taking a shaky step forward. He felt like a child that was first learning to walk as he teatered down the road before him. He monoovered through the unruly growth passing rusty structures and stony fondations. The world around him screamed cataclysm but he found no signs of human life having ever living in the city. There was not litter, or abandoned posestions; no cars, bikes or trains; no human bones. Only the skeletons of buildings. He continued on his sraight path hopping that perhaps he would find some evidence of human life if he left the iron graveyard. He walked for who knows how long, the only evidence of the passing of time being the sun sinking deeper into the horizon behind him. At least he knew which way he was going, even if how he knew that was forgotten. It was that idea that frightened him the most. In ending up in this deserted city he had lost any recolection of who he had been and why he was there. Had he been left for dead, or exiled. Or could it be that his missing memories had some conection with the vansinig of an entire comunity. Pondering these things brought back the ache in his head and he topped to wait for bit to leave home again. As the pressure receaded he noticed that a building to his right still had glass in the first floor windows. Even in the fading light he could still make out his rugged aperance. With his bony structure and dirt smeered face he appeared to be around 18 years old. He wore sturdy boots and thick brown pants. His shirt, which was a dusty color hung loosely on his frame; and, he found, was covering a utility belt. The growing darkness reminded him of the need for decent shelter through the night. As he looked around the deserted streets for a decent place to sleep he saw a dark figured on the horizon acopanied by a dim light. Making his way towards it he eventually called out.
"Hey! Over here!" His voice came out as a hoarse yell but it still managed to get the pwrsons atention and the light was rapidly aproaching him. Giving out a sigh of releic, before the figure was soon him and pulling him behind the nearest building. The man, who carried a covered lamp, clamped a hand over his mouth and looked around frantically before hissing, "What do you think you're doing boy! You never know who's lurkin' around these parts." The man must have seen the scared and confused look in the boy's eyes for he realsed him after glancing around again. "They got you too, eh? Well you don't need to worry 'bout them out here. It's the skelontons you need to watch out for. Raid you and recruit you in a heartbeat they will. Dam hooligans. But you just stick with me boy and ol' Bean will get you out o' here. Come on Red, follow me." As the man started off again as though nothing had happened "Red" as he had been called decided it was at least a bit safer to follow this crazy man.
The sky grew black as the pair through the city of skelotons. Red jumped at every noise, fearful that the ruthless gang would jump out at any moment. They countinied like this, tracking swiftly through the dark until they finally reached the edge of the city. Bean stopped and made his way to a alcove made by to colapsed buildings. Gesturing for the boy to follow him he squeezed through the crack and into a cave like space that would be well suited for shelter. Although Red was not looking forward to his night on the hard ground, his eyes drooped as his exaustion kicked in. "Get some sleep boy. We head for th' pit t'morrow." With that the stranger rolled over and promtptly began snoring. The boy to closed his eyes and settled down for a fitful night of sleep; oblivious to the shadows gathering outside their home for the night.
The throbbing in his head was all he could feel. It was as though someone had cleaved open his skull before beating it with a bat. Slowly the pulsing died down to a dull ache, and he became aware of the hard ground he was laying on. After what felt like forever, he finally was able to shift slightly and relive the growing pain in his back from the rocks that had imbeaded themself there. A few more minutes and he began to peel his eyes open only to be met with the harsh light of the unrelenting sun. Shading his face with a hand he slowly sat up, groaning as he felt the strain on his aching body. Looking at the envorment around him he was met with another puzzle. He sat in the middle of what appered to once have been a road, though now it was cracked and over grown with wdeds. All around him were silent skeletons that once made up magnificent sky scrapers. As he continued to stare, racking his brain for answers it diddnt seem to have, he noticed that there was much more missing than he first thought. There were no memories of any sort of life before this moment, not even a name. If he wasnt scared before, he sure was now.
Deciding that only sitting there would do him no good he slowly rose to his feet. Once standing he took a moment to orient himself in this new position before taking a shaky step forward. He felt like a child that was first learning to walk as he teatered down the road before him. He monoovered through the unruly growth passing rusty structures and stony fondations. The world around him screamed cataclysm but he found no signs of human life having ever living in the city. There was not litter, or abandoned posestions; no cars, bikes or trains; no human bones. Only the skeletons of buildings. He continued on his sraight path hopping that perhaps he would find some evidence of human life if he left the iron graveyard. He walked for who knows how long, the only evidence of the passing of time being the sun sinking deeper into the horizon behind him. At least he knew which way he was going, even if how he knew that was forgotten. It was that idea that frightened him the most. In ending up in this deserted city he had lost any recolection of who he had been and why he was there. Had he been left for dead, or exiled. Or could it be that his missing memories had some conection with the vansinig of an entire comunity. Pondering these things brought back the ache in his head and he topped to wait for bit to leave home again. As the pressure receaded he noticed that a building to his right still had glass in the first floor windows. Even in the fading light he could still make out his rugged aperance. With his bony structure and dirt smeered face he appeared to be around 18 years old. He wore sturdy boots and thick brown pants. His shirt, which was a dusty color hung loosely on his frame; and, he found, was covering a utility belt. The growing darkness reminded him of the need for decent shelter through the night. As he looked around the deserted streets for a decent place to sleep he saw a dark figured on the horizon acopanied by a dim light. Making his way towards it he eventually called out.
"Hey! Over here!" His voice came out as a hoarse yell but it still managed to get the pwrsons atention and the light was rapidly aproaching him. Giving out a sigh of releic, before the figure was soon him and pulling him behind the nearest building. The man, who carried a covered lamp, clamped a hand over his mouth and looked around frantically before hissing, "What do you think you're doing boy! You never know who's lurkin' around these parts." The man must have seen the scared and confused look in the boy's eyes for he realsed him after glancing around again. "They got you too, eh? Well you don't need to worry 'bout them out here. It's the skelontons you need to watch out for. Raid you and recruit you in a heartbeat they will. Dam hooligans. But you just stick with me boy and ol' Bean will get you out o' here. Come on Red, follow me." As the man started off again as though nothing had happened "Red" as he had been called decided it was at least a bit safer to follow this crazy man.
The sky grew black as the pair through the city of skelotons. Red jumped at every noise, fearful that the ruthless gang would jump out at any moment. They countinied like this, tracking swiftly through the dark until they finally reached the edge of the city. Bean stopped and made his way to a alcove made by to colapsed buildings. Gesturing for the boy to follow him he squeezed through the crack and into a cave like space that would be well suited for shelter. Although Red was not looking forward to his night on the hard ground, his eyes drooped as his exaustion kicked in.
"Get some sleep boy. We head for th' pit t'morrow." With that the stranger rolled over and promtptly began snoring. The boy to closed his eyes and settled down for a fitful night of sleep; oblivious to the shadows gathering outside their home for the night.