Wednesday, March 08, 2006
found...
Wonders just never cease in this mixed up world of ours.
Patched up and ready to roll, I had left my bandages behind me as I continued my northward trek. As I continued scrambling from barricade to barricade, the hope of finding anyone I used to know flickered as a candle by an open window.
The true hero in me dispatched a walking corpse or two, but these were the lone rogues among vast hordes that I have witnessed gathering in the streets, a swaying groanfest en masse, a horrible depiction of the prelude of a Big Bang Theory of Death. I promised myself that I would NOT be there when critical mass is reached.
Tired, low on ammo, and with a morale that would send lemmings over cliffs, I entered yet another battered cop shop. My extra sense put me on alert. Something was not like the other shelters I had foraged for food and munitions in. These people were less civilian, and more military. Not quite the special forces that I had witnessed back south, but this was a group that had seen too much, too soon. What slapped me the hardest was that among the blood stains, scars and tears, there was a face I knew.
The last time we were together we both were on the wrong side of the bottle, and I could barely remember him mentioning his intent to enlist. He had his way about him, and I had mine – so similar yet so different, it only makes an odd sense that we meet here and now.
Somewhat apropos.
Patched up and ready to roll, I had left my bandages behind me as I continued my northward trek. As I continued scrambling from barricade to barricade, the hope of finding anyone I used to know flickered as a candle by an open window.
The true hero in me dispatched a walking corpse or two, but these were the lone rogues among vast hordes that I have witnessed gathering in the streets, a swaying groanfest en masse, a horrible depiction of the prelude of a Big Bang Theory of Death. I promised myself that I would NOT be there when critical mass is reached.
Tired, low on ammo, and with a morale that would send lemmings over cliffs, I entered yet another battered cop shop. My extra sense put me on alert. Something was not like the other shelters I had foraged for food and munitions in. These people were less civilian, and more military. Not quite the special forces that I had witnessed back south, but this was a group that had seen too much, too soon. What slapped me the hardest was that among the blood stains, scars and tears, there was a face I knew.
The last time we were together we both were on the wrong side of the bottle, and I could barely remember him mentioning his intent to enlist. He had his way about him, and I had mine – so similar yet so different, it only makes an odd sense that we meet here and now.
Somewhat apropos.
# posted by Elvis @ 11:01 AM 
