Misery Blue
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Place: Storm Peak Laboratory.
State: What once was Colorado; now the middle of nowhere.
Time: 4:05 PM
Year: 3XXX
Events: She's escaped. Again.
Snow. It fell in flurries outside his window, the tint of the flakes ashen. It wasn't normal snow anymore; now it had all turned gray. The land had quit being purified by the swirling snowfall's constant dance as the black smoke combined with innocent white.
In this world, it was all different. The sun had been blocked out by humanity's cruel punishment and everything that had once struggled to remain had been stripped from the ground. Pollution was consistent, even fueled by the beings who wandered the broken world. They needed heat, and heat made smoke, and smoke made it worse. Mistakes and grievances kept on circling round and round, killing more and more each time full circle was achieved.
The trees were dead, too, their gnarled trunks marking each stage of painful twisting and turning towards sunlight. Their branches hung over the laboratory as if guarding it, a large, lone building amid a forest with no density. This made it so that there really was nowhere to hide. There was only the option to run, but how far could you go when your lungs weren't very perfect? He often did wonder.
He pulled the gas mask over his face, shading it from the gray snow. Slowly he shrugged on his white lab coat, taking his time to button it, in no rush. He'd allow her to lie there, as he often imagined her doing, every breath burning those imperfect lungs of hers. He would be sure to call up the corporation and ask them for a new pair. He couldn't work with damaged ones. With a steady gate, he walked out of Storm Peak Laboratory and climbed aboard his snowmobile, a gift from the company of course, and inserted a key into the ignition to get going. Searching for his doll would be quite easy with an efficient machine like this.