A Rodriguez

Dystopia

Walking into a settlement is easier when the remnants of forgotten civilizations are not present. The towering structures, imposing on the horizon, stand as sentinels blocking out the sky. With a view for many miles they make great early warning stations for anyone looking to defend against intrusion or to ambush unsuspecting travelers. Holes in which to enter through are everywhere, but in the late day seeing what’s inside is impossible. This is hard work and he knows this could be the end if he does not take every precaution. As he walks up the stairs, he is sure to make as little noise as possible, staying against the inner wall to allow himself space to fight off attack if something comes from one of the darkened floors, and to hear if something is coming. He has been climbing up for a long time now, he judges by the sweat that’s dripping down his face, when he sees a rock. It is out of place here; this is something found outside, and he knows it does not belong. He moves on and does not disturb it, as it may be there for a reason. He continues up.