The night swooped down on us like a dark cover, and all the life suddenly went quiet. I was ready to finally escape and go find my daughter and if I don’t pull this off now, I never will. A few months ago I found an old dog bone witch I managed to transform into a picklock, and since the locks in the labor camps were not very sophisticated I suspected that it won't be too difficult to pick them.
Finally the hour of my escape had come and I took my shot. As I predicted the rusty lock was easy to pick and I was in the court yard. I ran for the fence to the tunnel that I previously dug. Night after night I was thinking of that bloody Gu10 and my poor child and kept on digging. After something that felt like a century I was out, free at last. I started to move up to the outskirts of the city and after a whole year I was once again reminded what protocol Gu10 did to our world. Rubble after rubble I walked deeper and deeper into the city, my heart aching from the site. There will be time for revenge I thought to myself.
I did not see any survivors and that troubled me. I was hungry and cold and there was no body to help me. I needed to find a shelter and I needed to do it fast. There was howling in the distance. You see since there was no food all the wild animals came to the city during the night in search for food. That was not part of the protocol Gu10 but it was trouble never the less.
Replies: 0
Leave a Reply