Post by Junkrat on Apr 4, 2017 19:37:34 GMT
The sun was unforgiving and cruel as it beat down on the man's face, every step a labored effort, he was heaving as he walked, shifting the bundle on his back with a pained grunt as he carried it with dogged determination across the wasteland. The bundle did not move save for occasional shift and whimper, and the man glanced back and murmured a reassuring word in a voice too dry and cracked to come out as more than a hoarse whisper, it was all he could offer, with no supplies and nothing to give any physical relief to the boy on his back, all he could do was assure him that they were close.
They'd been traveling off and on for days now, sleeping in what scant shelter they could find, scrapping what food and water they could get their hands on, but his son was losing the fight, he could tell, and he was losing it too. He'd heard by word of mouth that there were some peaceful settlements scattered around the vast wasteland, that was what they were looking for, that was the only thing keeping the both of them going. He refused to die, and he refused to let his son die. His breaths came in painful puffs as he squinted his eyes ahead, letting out a strangled cry when he saw what looked like buildings ahead.
His steps were stumbling as he quickened his pace to the place getting to the entrance before his legs finally gave out and he collapsed onto his knees, unable to help the desperate sobs that he was breaking into. One of the men that was keeping watch waved to the other, who climbed down from his post to run off to get Sam. The man who had stayed behind was careful as he approached the man still sobbing on the ground, taking careful stock of him as he looked him over.
They'd been traveling off and on for days now, sleeping in what scant shelter they could find, scrapping what food and water they could get their hands on, but his son was losing the fight, he could tell, and he was losing it too. He'd heard by word of mouth that there were some peaceful settlements scattered around the vast wasteland, that was what they were looking for, that was the only thing keeping the both of them going. He refused to die, and he refused to let his son die. His breaths came in painful puffs as he squinted his eyes ahead, letting out a strangled cry when he saw what looked like buildings ahead.
His steps were stumbling as he quickened his pace to the place getting to the entrance before his legs finally gave out and he collapsed onto his knees, unable to help the desperate sobs that he was breaking into. One of the men that was keeping watch waved to the other, who climbed down from his post to run off to get Sam. The man who had stayed behind was careful as he approached the man still sobbing on the ground, taking careful stock of him as he looked him over.
