Ch.1 Variant Syntropic
I wake up to fallen debris laying across me, dust particles flicker when they catch a ray from the sun and my eyes seem to catch a glimpse of something else but I fade out for a moment. When my eyes open again the light outside is dimmer than before and my body is entirely sore as I lift myself up in a sitting position, making the debris clatter to the side of me. I look around myself and find nothing but broken glass and wood every where, rusted silver ware, and dust just all over the place making me wonder where I was. I shake off the weird feeling in my gut and pull myself up by using a discarded stool that was randomly laying near me. I make my legs drag me to a nearby window and wipe teh layered dust from the glass to find myself staring out at dead land. I stumble back, shocked at what I saw and fall over some broken chair legs, landing right on my back, staring up at the ceiling where a giant gaping hole stares back down at me. I scramble to my feet, trying to calm myself as I look around hoping to find a means of escape and when I spot a door, I take the first chance I get and slam myself into it. A few more rounds gets the door to buckle once, and then crash to the ground, allowing the force of the drop to pick up some dust and dirt that gathered in front of me.
I swipe at it as if it'll make the process of the particles falling down go faster and go through the entrance I had created, having to shield my eyes a bit from the bright glow the sky gave off. The red clouds, covering most of the sun's ray's from the earth, spilled an almost dried up, blood red color across the land, making the silence of this new world more unnerving as my legs took me through this place I've never been. My feet make empty sounds as I walk along the street silently, looking at the houses layed out before me, some still intact, other completly a pile of junk. It makes me wonder what passed through here until part of a house crumbles in on itslef, I just shiver and take back my most recent thought. It feels like I'm walking forever when I come up to a gas station only to find that inside everything is practically dust locked in a cage and my heart sinks a bit. My stomach growls indicating that it needs food and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, telling me that I'm in deep need for some water. I leave the gas station and follow the road that lead out of the small area of homes and towards the city, hoping to find someone, anyone that was willing to get me back home, even if I did end up in jail forever, atleast I'd be able to eat.
Complete silence, nothing but the plains, hardly any trees in sight, a couple of tumble weeds race past my path, I can't tell but I think the sun is starting to go down which means that it's going to get dark soon. I feel like I haven't passed another house in hours, I might even have to rest right here on the ground and that makes me suffer inside a little more. Maybe this was karma, for killing one sinlge man who had 'so many ambitions' in store for the world, so many new things replacing the old, making the world a 'better place'. I roll my eyes, stuff my hands in my pockets and feel a spark of hope ignite as I pull out a pack of cigarettes, the ones I had bought yersterday. I open the top and smile brightly, although I may not have food, although I may not haver water, I would be just fine with dying right now if I got to smoke. I place the cancer stick between my lips and pull out a lighter from my other pocket, lighting the cigarette up and taking a nice long drag from it before exhaling slowly. A light buzz hit my head but it felt good as I strayed from the road towards the beach that was to my left and walked closer to the sandy area. I pat around for a dry spot and place myself there, looking out into the ocean that was turning a deeper red every moment the sun sank, feeling a bit of peace wash over me. I take another drag, lay back in the sand, and watch time go by for a moment, letting myself calm down enough to nap and regain my strength.
When I come to, it's not so brilliant as I'd hoped it be as water crashed over my face, suffocating me as it entered my open nostrils, I sat up coughing, "What the-"
"Och! Whit dae you thocht yer daein?"
I narrow my eyes, notice that the sun is almost gone behind the horizon before a sword is swung in front of me, "Hey!" I shout as I jump back a little, trying to get the figure in front of me to focus.
"Whit be ye?" The man asked, pointing his sharp blade at my face, his eyes ablaze with fury.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I growl at him cause not only am I tired of having his metal in my face, but this fool just woke me up with a bucket of water.
"Ye dae anely gleek body," he put his sword in it's cover, "lat us lend ye a haund," he said reaching out with his fierce looknig hand. "Weel, come on, A dinna hae aw day."
I nodded, finally peicing together what this guy was saying and reached up, placing my hand in his as he helped me up off the ground. I patted myself off, making sure there wasn't anymore sticky sand clinging to my shirt before I looked up and got a good look at the guy who woke me in the first place. His eyes were hard, like rocks, his mucsles seemed tense and he didn't seem much older than me, maybe a year or two, depending on how healthy this guy kept himself in a place like this.
"Sairy for dingin you afore A ken whit ye real be," he said shrugging, "In a blaw-in a airt like this, ye canna lippen ilka body," he turned and started to walk away from the beached area I rested on. "My name be Alasdair Kil'Scott," he added as I stayed behind him, trying to figure out half the stuff he was saying part of the time we were walking, and trying to figure out where I was at the other part. Yet all the same, the guy seemed very friendly, his stories of the Time Before left me in utter silence as we continued to his home which seemed like hours away.
Finally though, he stopped in an open area, although everything around us was open except right here, we were just sitting ducks, "Uhm, Alasdair, not to be rude, but, where are we? This looks like we're waiting for someone or something to attack us," I said waving my arms around all the open space in front of us.
"Een cannin be mislearin," he responded cooly as he leaned down, placed his palm on a flat, black rock, and stayed there for a couple of seconds. I almost wanted to clear my throat and say something sarcastic, but almost as soon as I opened my mouth, the ground began to shake and I heard metal scrape against itself. I looked down at my feet where the rumbling was coming from and made a circle as I spun around, noticing the the ground was not only shaking, but it started to tear apart.
"Bide lown," Alisdair hissed through his teeth as he pulled his hand away from the rock where not only did it, in a way, cave in, but it moved over in order to create a hole. I walked up to it and peered down, seeing a small ladder pushed up against the wall of the hole.
"Alisdair," I shake my head, "How is this possible?" I manage to add as he pushes me forth.
"Fare on nou bairn," Alisdair says, " 't is ane the ingang."
I lower myself into the hole, feeling for each bar before I keep decending just to make sure I'm actually steady rather than think I'm on a step only to fall to my death. I erase those thoughts from my mind as I begin to see a small glow below me, and my heart begins to beat a bit louder at the thought of other pople possibly being around. When I reach the bottom I turn myself in another circle, taking in all the new things that surrounded me, "What is all this stuff?" I ask picking up a bottle of something golden inside of it.
"Dinna be scuffling awthing ye see bairn," Alisdair replied as he jumped down the rest of the way, landing with a light huff.
"The name's Trip," i tell him again for like the thirteenth time as I put back the little bottle, "and what is this place?"
"This be my siccar grunds," he tells me as he walks further into the underground place where the small cubicle that we seemed to be in opened up into a wider, two story home. The second ground was just a balcony looking over the lower ground, his entire safe-house was under ground, protected by a wide sheet of metal just in case another war like the last one broke out again. I tapped my fist on the wall, letting the echo of the sound vibrate through the walls, "Niver be in a unnergrund hauden?"
I chuckle and look over at him as he leans against one of the rails of the stairs that lead down, "I've never been in any kind of underground place before except for those malls that are built on hills, know what I mean?"He narrows his eyes in confusion, as if I'm the one talking complete gibberish and not him, so I just shake my head, "nevermind, hey, is there anyone else? Like, do you know where I can find someone else maybe? As in, are there other people?"
"A haedna seen a solit body in twalmomnths," he responds, turning away from me as he goes down the stairs towards the lower floor of his home, "A been on mine aine for aye," he rubs the back of his neck and tosses his sword belt onto a table near an odd looking pallet, or I guess, bed.
"When was the last time you've actually seen a regular person like you and me?" I asked a bit desperately.
"Awmaist nine towmonds aby an A misdout A iver see thaim again," he shook his head, "A am fond A jouckeried thaim, ay," he glances at me then rops his shoulders a little, "Whit recks?"
I raise my brows, "excuse me?"
"Appen yer eens bairn, whit dae ye frain tae ask a speir like that for?"
"Oh, uhm, well you see, I kind of just woke up here, I don't know how I got here exactly, I mean, can't you tell I'm not from this..." I gesture to all around us, "this place? I mean, look at my clothes for crying out loud Alisdair, I don't belong here," I tell him as I let myself settle onto another small pallet that was jutting out of some random corner. "I just need to find someone who might know something, but if you haven't seen anyone in over nine years, then there's no hope for me, I'm stuck here..."
"A dae tent yer braws be daimen frae maist fowk, ance eerant this," he said reaching out at me to tug at the tie that I had left around my neck.
"Hey cut that out," I said to him as i swatted his hand away, "it's a tie, and it helps me make this vest look better for a formal event," I undo the tie and lay it on the table. Avoiding his awkward stare, trying to not show him how much I was scared of being alone with him, someone I let myself trust although I couldn't understand half the things he was saying."
"We shoud get mony dover, we can gleek for fowk in the morn'," he yawned once and walked over to his pallet, blowing out a light from a location that was still invisible to my eyes. "Mirk Trip, mirk.."
"Yeah, you too Alisdair," I mutter as I try to get comfortable, hoping that by the time I wake up, I'll be waking up in a patch of grass, a few broken bones, and maybe people wondering if I'm okay after the car hit me. Maybe not, I'm not sure because I could be dead for all i know in that other world, maybe that's why I was thrown here, maybe I'm in limbo or something. I close my eyes and let my mind drift to brilliant places and hoping for things that are so far out of reach, feeling my body loose the tension as I was carried away to dreamland.