knightlite
secretly king of rats
The sky was orange again today. All day. Just like it had been yesterday. Orange, with sickly yellow dust clouds stretching up into the stratosphere. The dust burned his eyes and stuck in his throat like liquid fire. He'd had to stop three times just this morning just to catch his breath. But at least he hadn't seen anyone today. And no one had seen him (he hoped). Matt learned all too quick early on that people these days were a whole lot worse than dust.
A few hours in, he found an old wooden house still standing near the old highway. He stopped in front of it, wondering. Worrying.
The door was slightly ajar.
"Wonder if anyone's home?" He whispered to himself.
Most of the windows were at least partially shattered, and the boards of the house were all sloping. But it looked sturdy enough for a night. That wasn't really what was worrying him. Slowly, carefully, he stepped up the front porch to the door and swung it open. More dust sprang up in his wake.
Coughing, he called, "Hello? Anyone there?"
A few hours in, he found an old wooden house still standing near the old highway. He stopped in front of it, wondering. Worrying.
The door was slightly ajar.
"Wonder if anyone's home?" He whispered to himself.
Most of the windows were at least partially shattered, and the boards of the house were all sloping. But it looked sturdy enough for a night. That wasn't really what was worrying him. Slowly, carefully, he stepped up the front porch to the door and swung it open. More dust sprang up in his wake.
Coughing, he called, "Hello? Anyone there?"
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