Cole Laron
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I'm going to have to get back to you...I'm still figuring it all out...
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Dwelling on the Future
Petra winced as the crumbling brick wall scraped the caramel skin from her knuckles. Quickly darting her long fingers between the cracks, she snatched the tail of the fat papa rat she’d seen the night before, during her shift. She clasped her middle and pointer fingers together tightly, knowing this could be the last chance to eat any protein for a while. Petra slowly extracted her hand as the strong fat rat daddy tried to wiggle free. Plucking him from the crumbling mortar and holding him up, she looked into his lone dark black eye and exclaimed, “Sorry buddy, better you than me!” Petra dropped him in a bag, cinched the end shut and slammed it hard and fast into the wall, euthanizing and tenderizing her meal all at once. Quickly glancing over her shoulder through her greasy raven locks, Petra began expertly ducking and dodging her way through the obstacle course of fallen debris that laid between her and safety. She reached the blue wall with the huge tattered Plaig Flag hanging down its length. The grandiosity seemed ridiculous and some days Petra’s anger would flood in and she would dream of leaping, grabbing, and ripping it from its smug perch. Slinking slowly along the wall, she stopped about 6 yards from the end and laying flat on her stomach, began inching and slithering toward the edge of the wall. At 4 yards a blinding light panned down, searching for scavenging Dwellers who were using the darkness as cover. Quickly, closing her eyes to avoid being blinded, this Dweller knew a secret and continued slithering, stopping, and squinting, until the cold metal grate was below her hands and chest. Grabbing the multi-tool in her pocket she started working on removing the bolts to the grate, while still avoiding being blinded and being seen by the Plaigs. Once the screws were all out she waited…1…2..the 3rd time the light neared her she closed her eyes, felt the heat of the glow on her cheeks and in one smooth motion she lifted the grate, rolled beneath it and dropped hard into the hole below, hitting the hard cinder bottom.
By Cole Laron5 years ago in Fiction
