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MORT - day 33 - running away
“Yeah, you are... or you're gonna die trying. Now get up” Val commanded and hauled me to my feet by the shoulder.
“aw come on Val” Nona whined “we need to fight, it's gonna be awesome” the anticipation in her voice was almost infectious.
“No, Nona, we're gonna stand here and watch this idiot take all the attention away from us. Then we're gonna find our own way out of here” Val said, sounding like a scolding parent.
“No!” nona yelled defiantly, looking Val dead in the eye “we are going to fight”
“No we are not” Val countered, her steely gaze meeting Nona's with equal determination.
The silent progression of the dead drew ever nearer as the two girls stood in this weird mexican standoff, neither of them budging.
It was weird, these girls were fighting over who was going to fight, when in fact none of us could help but fight. It was either fight or die, that is what it came down to at this point. The geek
MORT - day 32 - the sprint
“what... I don't...what?” I stammered.
Desmond had just run off. He was going to fight the geeks... alone? What had happened? This was not the Desmond I knew. The Desmond I knew was cautious and thoughtful and reasonable. He was not a vigilante who ran off by himself. I could do nothing but just stare after the diminishing figure of Desmond, as he slowly advanced on the herd of geeks spilling from the building.
“We should follow him” Val said matter of factly after a second “but we keep a safe distance, we don't wanna get bit”
“but...” my interjection was cut off my a light scratch in my shoulder. I hadn't heard the geek sneaking up behind me, but there it was. I must have jumped 2 meter into the air, with a scream that was so piercing that it could have killed the already dead.
I started sprinting. Not with the fierce bloodlust that Desmond had run with, I was laeping for my life, leaving everything and everyone behind me.
I stopped a sa
MORT - day 31 - the backpack
“I don't know, I can't...think” Desmond said, distracted.
I wanted to look over at him, to gage just how screwed we were. During my time in Savior, I had gotten used to Desmond being the calm one, the one with the plan. In that last week, that had all changed. I could almost feel the gears in Desmond's head turning as he tried to come up with some kind of solution.
We stood frozen for a while as we waited for someone to figure out what to do. I kept looking back and forth between the geeks behind me and Desmond in front of me. From every angle I could see more geeks spilling into the square. Slowly, the place was filling up and they were all heading our direction. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that somebody had planned this...
But that couldn't be the case, we had been seen us off by the bishop. This was probably pastor Masters doing, or maybe that sadistic Pilot... the pilot, there was something there, something I was forgetting...
MORT - day 30 - wading through water
The geek I was looking at, had definitely spotted us, even if it didn't have eyes. It was maybe 10 meters away, partially blocked by all of the debris in it's way. The thing was walking towards us deliberately, its mouth rotted away into that permanent grin that so many of the savior city geeks had.
I was just about to say something, when I heard Desmond say “Umm, guys” in a hushed voice.
I turned my head slightly, not daring to turn all the way around and saw a small flock of geek heading our way from one of those gaping mouthes in the building that surrounded us.
“I've got one... no wait. I've got four” I whispered as I turned my head back to to see My geek had been joined by 3 more.
“There are some over here as well!” Nona bellowed. The gleeful shout set my teeth on edge and I allowed myself a brief glare at Nona.
“are you trying to get us killed” I hissed still trying to keep my voice down.
“What?!” Nona said “it's n
MORT - day 29 - the shove
After the brief look at the skyline and the frightening spectacle that was the beacon, we were literally shoved out of the helicopter.
The Pilot went down the line giving each of us a small backpack and a firm shove. Nona, who went first, seemed to think the whole thing was fun, because she squealed with joy as she was pushed off the edge. Val, on the other hand, cursed so loudly as she was pushed, that she must have set every geek in the city on edge. Desmond seemed weirdly reserved as he met the shove, almost like this was his fall into the grave.
I, was last in line. I looked down at my friends who were recovering in the snow a couple of meters below me and dreaded the fall. I was so preoccupied that when the pilot handed me my backpack I lost my balance and ended up sending myself over the side of the helicopter.
The fall was not long and was cushioned by the fact that I landed squarely on top of Val, which she did not take all that well.
I got to my feet quickly, jus in time to se
MORT - day 28 - the beacon
One final gut wrenching fall later, the pilot came into the cabin. He was wearing a white suit, kind of like the guards, but his was cinched at the waist and there was a faded symbol of a pair of wings on his chest. He had probably been doing this for a while, because he didn't look shaken at all.
“OK, one last piece of advice” he cautioned.
“once these doors open, you are on your own” he looked at each of us in turn as he said “the city is a huge place, so don't be surprised if you get lost, but just know, if you don't make it to back to the place that we drop you off you will be left behind”
“before you go, each of you have to grab a pack of supplies and make sure that you have your scanner firmly in place. Once you have that, I will open the door. You won't be able to reach us for a week and we won't be able to reach you, so if there is anything you want to say before I open those doors, now would be the time.”
The room was quite for a
MORT - day 27 - sour notes
“where is sector 66 even??” Val grumbled after a while.
“I don't know. The number sounds high, though, so maybe it's somewhere in the outskirts of the city” I said, hoping beyond hope for some good news for once.
“don't count on it” Desmond answered.
“why not” I asked, feeling my spirits drop. I was hoping that we might get a break. The bishop did see us of after all, so maybe he put in a good word and gave us somewhere easy to explore.
“the city is divided into sectors, like sector one, two and three, right. I know for a fact that there are 250 sectors in the city, so it stands to reason that we are going to be right in the thick of the city”
“oh yeah...I didn't think of that” I said, shifting my eyes to the floor.
I knew Desmond was smart, but every time he piped up like this, I was reminded just how smart he actually was.
“b-but maybe it's not gonna be that bad. Maybe we will just have to scan... I don't k
MORT - day 26 - Helicopter
Savior City was a big place, so going from one place to another could take some time. Still, I hadn't expected the trip to last as long as it did.
The inside of the helicopter was quite large, probably meant for groups larger than ours. Against the wall on either side, were rows of uncomfortable chairs, all fitted with straps and clasps to keep us save. There was netting hung above us which was probably meant for luggage and a bored looking guard was standing by the entrance to the cockpit. The whole thing made me feel more like a piece of cargo than a traveler, but I had strapped myself in never the less.
Nona and Val were sitting across from Desmond and I. They weren't talking to one another, but that might have been because Nona had started singing some cheery tune that she had probably made up on the spot. Val wore a severe expression and seemed downright hostile every time she looked at Desmond or I, but whenever she looked over at Nona, her features softened.
I looked over at Des
MORT - day 25 - Bow your heads
My head was spinning with all of the information once pastor Masters stopped talking. I had to shake my head, just to get some clarity. Luckily I could usually count on Desmond to be a bit more aware of the situation than I was, because once the pastor has stopped talking he asked “what if we're stranded out there?”
“well, if you get stranded out there, we will know where you are and try and get a message to you about which sector the new mission is being held. With any luck you can find your way to them and become part of their pickup.” pastor Masters said and the added “we haven't had any problems with that method yet”
from my left I could hear Desmond mutter “because no-one have stayed alive for two weeks straight”
I tried and knock this discussion out of my head. We were going to be fine, all we had to do was survive for a couple of days, how hard could that be?
“OK, if there are no more questions, then, I think we should gather
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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