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Sunrise and a new day's dawn set the horizon alight and slowly the glowing warmth of the sun crept forwards across the land, peering in through windows and flooding spaces with light. Once upon a time the dawn of a new day was symbolic of hope and optimism, in this dank, derelict hideout these broken men felt no such thing, knowing the light could only hurt them right now and the day bring nought but new dangers.
Simon had woken up first. Not to the song of birds or the light, or the sound of the central heating distantly clonking into life. He awoke to the crunching, the thumping, the stamping of a thousand feet marching in unison.
He had crept up to a boarded up window, being sure to keep quiet and out of sight..and after a minute of sitting there listening willed himself up a bit and put his eye to a small crack in one of the window's boards. He caught a glimpse of the tailend of a feminzai military parade, and his heart sunk.
Frustrated he clawed at his hair and thumped the wall, putting his hand through some mouldy plasterboard.
"Bollocks!" He hissed under his breath.
He waited, and ht thought to himself for a while those kind of thoughts that can tear a man apart, the might have beens, the what ifs and the if onlys, all the regrets, fears, aspirations and dreams thrown together in some terrible torturous mix.
I can't let myself get down in my own depression like this..it's not just me that I'm living for now..for mankind I must pull myself together.
Simon pulled himself together and regained composure. He'd wake the others up, they wouldn't appreciate having their sleep disturbed, but they needed to get their act together and sort out a plan. They couldn't stay in this factory forever. |
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