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"He always considered himself to be a lonely person. He was walking on a dirt road on a rainy day, thinking about where it all went so wrong for him. He normally thought that everything was wounderful. Not today, not for the past three months, at least. He remembered what happened prior to what changed his life. He thought about how big his loss really was. He contemplated what he could've done to save them, if he could have given himself up instead, but it didn't matter anymore.
The somber weather perfectly complimented his mood and character. Rain was ceaslessly hitting his coat and boots. His head covered by a scarf wrapped around his neck like a hood. The road he was walking on became sullied and muddy, holes in the road deepened making the terrain unsteady. There were fences on either side of the road, each fence enclosed around a large field of wheat on the left and corn on the right. While walking, many horse-drawn carrages and curtain automobiles passed him, splashing water and mud onto his clothes and face, as when a carraige or automobile came by, he would stop and ask for a ride into the nearest town. None complied to his wish, so he kept on walking.
It seemed as though the rain was turning into a storm. Rain was falling harder and faster, he could hear rumbles of thunder in the distance, and the sky was black as though it was already night. In the distance he saw a fork in the road, a sign in the middle pointing to all three directions, the destination to where each road led to, and how many miles. He had hoped to take the longest road, so that he could keep moving as far from where he came from as possible. He had been walking for a little under a day now, taking short rests where he could. He hadn't had any food in the same amount of time, He was too busy walking to stop.
He thought about the likelyhood of his circumstances, He was still shocked that it's been three months since it started. It felt like eternity, He thought the road would never end. Once he reached the fork in the road, he fell against the sign out of exhaustion. It was cold, it was rainy, He wished it all would just end. He wanted it all back. All he could to was watch as he faded into forced sleep, and watch in the haze of rain the figure of a large horse-drawn carriege come and stop in front of him.
In his sleep, everything came to him. The terror, the loss, the unforgiving nature of the reality that is the events that sprung the entire province against itself, All of it was there. He had hoped to leave his province, to leave his home. He was awoken by three men in front of him, He was in the back of what seemed to be some cargo-hold in the back of the carridge. The door was open behind the men, and they all seemed worried and releived over how he was still alive. They asked if he was okay, if they could help him in any way, He was confused at how they gunuinly showed concern for his wellbeing. He looked behind them at the open door and saw sunlight and a town bustling with movement. Clearly, the rain had passed, and he did not recognise where he was, and that was a relief to him. He stood up with dizzyness and unsteady feet. The men before him had stopped asking questions when they realized he wasn't going to talk. All three of them were tall and burly, hardy and muscular. they all wore denim overalls and thick leather boots. He saw crates all around the back of the carraige, then noted that they were all full of grains, so these three men must be some sort of farmers."
this is setting off the anxiety that i didnt know i had http://forum.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=178967546 |