10-26-2008, 11:04 PM
A few survivors? He was taken aback. Suddenly his legs didn't feel like they would support him. In fact he couldn't really feel his legs or the rest of his body from that matter. For no good reason he had a flair of anger towards the stranger as if it was the boy's fault. Just as suddenly with the aim arose it was extinguished by heavy sorrow. It felt like there was a sudden weight all around him. How many had been lost? Who had lived? Faces and names raced through his mind, making him dizzy in making him sick.
The once proud head hung to the side staring at a sprig of grass but not seeing it at all.
"Noah," he said in an automated tone. He could hear himself talking but it felt like his voice was coming from miles away.
"Who have you seen?" he croaked, "Who have you spoken with? Who still lives?"
The wind he had once welcomed now chilled him to the bone. The giant shivered and continued to stare with unseen eyes at the twig of grass that sprouted up through the sand.
"My family..."
He was unable to finish. His chess felt tight and it was all he could do to keep himself composed. Had his son survived? And what of his friends and pack mates?
The once proud head hung to the side staring at a sprig of grass but not seeing it at all.
"Noah," he said in an automated tone. He could hear himself talking but it felt like his voice was coming from miles away.
"Who have you seen?" he croaked, "Who have you spoken with? Who still lives?"
The wind he had once welcomed now chilled him to the bone. The giant shivered and continued to stare with unseen eyes at the twig of grass that sprouted up through the sand.
"My family..."
He was unable to finish. His chess felt tight and it was all he could do to keep himself composed. Had his son survived? And what of his friends and pack mates?