NickNacks
Zoinks
His footsteps shuffled unevenly through the dirt-covered ground, a thin layer of tan sediment already having gathered on his boots as Gabe walked his way through the wastelands. He had long since lost count of how far he was walking, and had no particular direction he was heading in aside from avoiding danger when he could. A heavy canvas knapsack was on his back, appearing almost comically large in relation to the boys smaller stature. One hand lifted up to cast a shadow over his eyes. The midday sun could be merciless and unforgiving, but luckily he had enough water left to last a short while.
It was then that he heard the voices.
They weren't all that audible, but distinctly present, seeming to come from a ways to his right. The voices were low-pitched, not loud. He counted three...No, maybe even four or five distinct voices from that direction. Gabe paused in his steps.
He was a solitary fellow, had been since he was far younger, but the potential of human contact set about a sharp yearning in his heart that was difficult to ignore. But then again, the more people there were, the greater chance that they were bandits, or worse-that there was something wrong with at least one of them.
Gabe decided to do what he was often best at. He waited.
It was then that he heard the voices.
They weren't all that audible, but distinctly present, seeming to come from a ways to his right. The voices were low-pitched, not loud. He counted three...No, maybe even four or five distinct voices from that direction. Gabe paused in his steps.
He was a solitary fellow, had been since he was far younger, but the potential of human contact set about a sharp yearning in his heart that was difficult to ignore. But then again, the more people there were, the greater chance that they were bandits, or worse-that there was something wrong with at least one of them.
Gabe decided to do what he was often best at. He waited.