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Most still alive remembered what it had been like on the day they came. The older generations, anyway. Anyone born in the last 20 years only knew pain, poverty, work, and death. They knew that if they were awake, they should be working, and that a dreamless sleep was the only rest they were allowed. The majority of the population left alive was forced into the mines. Those that weren't toiling away and waiting for death were praying for it inside what used to be hospitals, enduring horrible test after horrible test.
There were a few living on the fringes of the mining camps or out in what was left of the wilderness, hidden away from the alien overlords. They were the ones fighting back. Even if it did no good, it gave them hope. It gave all humans hope. Hope that one day, they would all be free again. The indomitable human spirit would always persevere.
Ambrose Drustan Montgomery III watched the ships leave from the rooftop he was standing on, able to see the sun properly for the first time in 20 long years...even through the tinted glass of his gas mask. Twenty long, long years, the sun had been blocked out by alien ships and alien exhaust. Not that the world had been cast into some crazy darkness, but there had always been cloud cover or smog cover or whatever someone wanted to call it, or a big ship covering everything in shade like a solar eclipse. Tears threatened the corners of his eyes. There was no way...could they really have hope now? Could they honestly rebuild? Have some semblance of a normal life once again? Dare he hope?
"They're leaving..." came the soft, distant voice of his sister. She stared up at the ships, her green eyes wide but not in astonishment. They just...got that way sometimes. A childlike wonder in them now and again. "I can hear them...they're leaving...they're done..."
"You know I don't dare to hope that, Maggs..."
"They are." She turned her eyes towards her brother, listening to the sound of his breathing through his mask. "There's a sense of...of going home...it's a wonderful feeling..."
He was thankful for the dust that created a film on his mask. It meant she couldn't see the tear slide down his cheek. "I bet it is, Maggs. I bet it is." He heaved a sigh which whistled softly through his mask. "Come on...we need to get you out of the sun, now..."
"But I like the sun." She turned her face up towards the rays that were beating down, now, in what was the normal heat of summer around the town of Il Phia. (No one remembered the city's original name.)
"Maggs, no. Come on." He walked over to door of the stairwell that he had broken in order to get them up onto the roof. He turned to look at his sister. "Come on."
"You're no fun." The woman said, dropping her hands to her side in an exasperated fashion. She followed her brother into the dark, creepy stairwell and started heading down to the street level. How that was going to get her out of the sun, she had no idea. And she hated hearing her brother's grumbling, hopeless thoughts. She liked it when he remembered their parents. It was the only way she could remember how they looked...
Ambrose was mostly mentally cursing the fact he glowed in the dark. It made seeing through the lens of his gas mask in the dark nearly impossible. All he could see was the reflection of his own stupid glowing face...
(( http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/post-alien-invasion-apocalypse-anyone.28831/ the OOC :) ))
There were a few living on the fringes of the mining camps or out in what was left of the wilderness, hidden away from the alien overlords. They were the ones fighting back. Even if it did no good, it gave them hope. It gave all humans hope. Hope that one day, they would all be free again. The indomitable human spirit would always persevere.
Ambrose Drustan Montgomery III watched the ships leave from the rooftop he was standing on, able to see the sun properly for the first time in 20 long years...even through the tinted glass of his gas mask. Twenty long, long years, the sun had been blocked out by alien ships and alien exhaust. Not that the world had been cast into some crazy darkness, but there had always been cloud cover or smog cover or whatever someone wanted to call it, or a big ship covering everything in shade like a solar eclipse. Tears threatened the corners of his eyes. There was no way...could they really have hope now? Could they honestly rebuild? Have some semblance of a normal life once again? Dare he hope?
"They're leaving..." came the soft, distant voice of his sister. She stared up at the ships, her green eyes wide but not in astonishment. They just...got that way sometimes. A childlike wonder in them now and again. "I can hear them...they're leaving...they're done..."
"You know I don't dare to hope that, Maggs..."
"They are." She turned her eyes towards her brother, listening to the sound of his breathing through his mask. "There's a sense of...of going home...it's a wonderful feeling..."
He was thankful for the dust that created a film on his mask. It meant she couldn't see the tear slide down his cheek. "I bet it is, Maggs. I bet it is." He heaved a sigh which whistled softly through his mask. "Come on...we need to get you out of the sun, now..."
"But I like the sun." She turned her face up towards the rays that were beating down, now, in what was the normal heat of summer around the town of Il Phia. (No one remembered the city's original name.)
"Maggs, no. Come on." He walked over to door of the stairwell that he had broken in order to get them up onto the roof. He turned to look at his sister. "Come on."
"You're no fun." The woman said, dropping her hands to her side in an exasperated fashion. She followed her brother into the dark, creepy stairwell and started heading down to the street level. How that was going to get her out of the sun, she had no idea. And she hated hearing her brother's grumbling, hopeless thoughts. She liked it when he remembered their parents. It was the only way she could remember how they looked...
Ambrose was mostly mentally cursing the fact he glowed in the dark. It made seeing through the lens of his gas mask in the dark nearly impossible. All he could see was the reflection of his own stupid glowing face...
(( http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/post-alien-invasion-apocalypse-anyone.28831/ the OOC :) ))
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