After the soldier had left, I got up and sat down on the left-hand side of the wagon. The hard surface of the seat, not at all feeling comfortable. Leading to me shuffling and moving around for a few minutes trying to at least find some sort of comfort on the seat. In the end, I just gave up and focused on the roll in my hand.
Then I after looking over it and wiping off the little bit of wood that gotten caught into the roll as it rolled across the wagon. I began to slowly eat through the roll. It only lasted a few seconds before the whole thing was completely devoured. I looked at my hands for a few seconds wishing that the roll was larger so that it would last more. Finally after giving up hope for a roll to suddenly appear. I began to look around myself, and try to find something interesting to look at.
Around me, were ten o
I do hope that you enjoy my work, and don't forget to say something so that I know you are here and liking my work!
Then I bounced up again as the wagon I was on went another bump, with that bump though, the screaming had stopped. As I looked around to try and see what the sudden screaming was about. I heard someone who was at the back of the wagon throw up. I looked other confused as to why they would so suddenly throw up. By the time that they had gotten ahold of themselves and were ready to talk we had already moved on a bit, and the putrid smell of their vomit had started to waft around. The smell of that was disgusting, and I suddenly found myself not wanting to know what had caused it, though I still listened in as they spoke.“Someone had...fallen off a wagon...I guess their legs were run ove
It’s another average day for me as I bike to work. My clothes, the baggy blue tracksuit and t-shirt, and my mood are identical to what they have been for the past month. I chuckle a little bit as the thought of what people would think of me if they saw me crosses my mind. As I glanced up at the rolling white clouds blocking out the sun, leaving the neighbours doused in dull light and flicker shadows. Like usual the dream of sun soaked days and enjoyable bike rides, floated in front of me like a mirage before fading away into the darkness.A few minutes later, I arrived at work, gently slowing down to a stop. A bump on the road sent me spiralling to the floor. Getting up quickly, I hoped that no one saw a thing. I finished the end of my journey by walking to the back. Fumbling around with the bike lock, b
As the thought reeled through my head, I slumped down to the ground, just looking around as my mind carried on going past overdrive and into what only could be described as insanity.I didn’t say a thing for a few reasons: one, I was in shock. I mean, I'm meant to be at work, and magic, or whatever this is, should not be happening. This kind of stuff was reserved for web novels and films. The other reason is that I was the only person around. I couldn’t see another soul that was in this white space with me.Finally raising up some courage, I yelled out hoping to prove myself wrong and that I would hear someone's voice breaking through this white world. “Hello!”....I felt like I could hear my voice echoing in the distance, but everything soon returned to the eerie silence that I had only jus
With the collar being clamped onto my neck I lost the will power to move my body completely. I just layed there. I could faintly feel a tugging on my arms, like someone was trying to pick me up.I didn't even bother to look up. After all, what is the point? I had a metal collar around my neck. I am nothing more than...well I don’t even know what I am. A prisoner? A slave? Some kind of refugee? But then I don't even know where I am.While I was stuck in my head. I had been picked up, to my feet and held by the two who caught me. I assumed they were guards of some sort or they could be soldiers. What they were wearing looked very uniform.Each had some kind of white linen on or at least it looked this way as I could see pieces of white cloth poking out
“Get up you stinking slaves!”A sharp pain in my gut accompanied by yelling woke me up from my dream. In the dream I was back home, and was just going out to a party with my friends.Thud!I landed on the floor as the soldier kicked me again.“You slave!” He yelled while pointing at me. “Get moving or I will happily show you what it means to taste the whip! Now! Move!”I jumped to my feet and rushed past the other survivors to be the first outside. Stepping into the light, I stumbled before catching myself.
We had been marching for what felt like hours now. Well it was not marching, well the soldiers were. The survivors were more just walking together as well all were just following the lead of the officers. I could just about make out there helmet plumes over the mass of heads.Though it was weird though, I thought the officers would have horses, being officers and all. The soldiers around us, still had the leather armour, with the black helmets, bit they now alongside the sword that I had seen some have previously. They all were carrying spears as well. It is like everytime that I see them, there is something different about them.Ignoring all of this though, my feet are really starting to hurt.I glanced down at them for what felt like the millionth time in
As we reached the woods, the now group of around three thousand survivors and me of course were all stopped. We then all slowly were spread out and divided into three groups of one thousand people.Then me and the rest of my group were told to advance into the woods first.I slowly began to walk forward, Lance was next to me. I kept looking around. My hands also couldn’t stop shaking.‘This is it. This has to be it. The bandits must be in this wood somewhere.’As we walked through the woods, I began to gradually slow down. At this point I was near the back of the group. Behind us though, were a couple of hundred soldiers, each armed to the teeth.
“Craw..Craw!”I sat up slowly, groaning loudly as I did.It felt like an age as I moved my hand to rub the dust out of my eyes.“Uhhh. Fuck! I feel like I have eaten something bad.” My ears began to ring at the sound of my voice.“That is probably due to this wonderful thing called a healing potion...all was it healing slave….I don’t know, but it did fix up your internals rather well. You have been through a nasty mess haven't you?” The new voice took my surprise. I hadn’t even noticed anyone there.As I looked around, trying to find the origin of the voice. I saw what was left of the