worked for her. She looked no better with it than with out it. But it was the point of it.
"Morning." He replied back his own smile. He was sure it lightened his own features. He closed the heavy door, made sure it was secure and started to walk along the now darken path. A water way followed the small sidewalk. It used to have been putrid sewage but with some filter changes and patients it soon was clean enough to bathe in and wash his dishes. It helped when there wasn't anyone left who could make sewage. The only thing he had to worry about was when it rained.
Four beams of light, the size of nickels, were shinning down up ahead. It barely lit up the ladder that was underneath it. He didn't need the light anymore. He had traveled this way long enough. She followed close behind. On the days he thought he was his craziest, he swore she smelt like lilies. She did not today. He took it as a good sign.
"Are we going looting?" She enjoyed saying that word. something about the 'l' with the double 'o's.
"yep. We'll try the walled mart." His own private joke. She'd never be able to understand. He scaled the ladder first, pushing the sewer grate to the side and pulled himself out. Someone moaned. "Hello guys." He brushed off his knees and offered her a hand as she climbed up to join the crowd of bodies. Helping her up he wiped off his glove on the nearest shirt that wasn't his own and moved the grate back over the hole. Standing up he let out a long breath. it was clearly visible. "getting cooler. Maybe I should look for a jacket as well."
"What was wrong with the old one?" she asked watching the mist he made as he breathed. She was fascinated by it. No one else around them made that mist.
"Probably out of fashion by now." he said with a little grin.
"Where is 'fashion'? and how did it get out?"
He just smiled at her. He knew if he started to answer a few questions they soon would be coming as a flood. "Let's head out. I want to be home for lunch." And they started on their way. The crowd tried to follow. They were slow. Those that had resorted to crawling were left behind. Trenton kept up a fast pace, none of them could match it. None but her. He stepped easily over the chunks of concrete and slipped between abandon cars. Grass was starting to announce that it would soon take over the wasted road. Their refection shown in the remains of windows that jutted up from the panes of the empty shops.
Trenton breathed. he too fascinated by his breath. the sign of his life, or the creative working of his brain to carry on the delusion. How bright his brain must be
"Morning." He replied back his own smile. He was sure it lightened his own features. He closed the heavy door, made sure it was secure and started to walk along the now darken path. A water way followed the small sidewalk. It used to have been putrid sewage but with some filter changes and patients it soon was clean enough to bathe in and wash his dishes. It helped when there wasn't anyone left who could make sewage. The only thing he had to worry about was when it rained.
Four beams of light, the size of nickels, were shinning down up ahead. It barely lit up the ladder that was underneath it. He didn't need the light anymore. He had traveled this way long enough. She followed close behind. On the days he thought he was his craziest, he swore she smelt like lilies. She did not today. He took it as a good sign.
"Are we going looting?" She enjoyed saying that word. something about the 'l' with the double 'o's.
"yep. We'll try the walled mart." His own private joke. She'd never be able to understand. He scaled the ladder first, pushing the sewer grate to the side and pulled himself out. Someone moaned. "Hello guys." He brushed off his knees and offered her a hand as she climbed up to join the crowd of bodies. Helping her up he wiped off his glove on the nearest shirt that wasn't his own and moved the grate back over the hole. Standing up he let out a long breath. it was clearly visible. "getting cooler. Maybe I should look for a jacket as well."
"What was wrong with the old one?" she asked watching the mist he made as he breathed. She was fascinated by it. No one else around them made that mist.
"Probably out of fashion by now." he said with a little grin.
"Where is 'fashion'? and how did it get out?"
He just smiled at her. He knew if he started to answer a few questions they soon would be coming as a flood. "Let's head out. I want to be home for lunch." And they started on their way. The crowd tried to follow. They were slow. Those that had resorted to crawling were left behind. Trenton kept up a fast pace, none of them could match it. None but her. He stepped easily over the chunks of concrete and slipped between abandon cars. Grass was starting to announce that it would soon take over the wasted road. Their refection shown in the remains of windows that jutted up from the panes of the empty shops.
Trenton breathed. he too fascinated by his breath. the sign of his life, or the creative working of his brain to carry on the delusion. How bright his brain must be
