Halifax Scavenger Hunt

Mido · 11-16-2011, 12:28 AM

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Mido left Anathema for Halifax an entire day ago via Anathema’s

communal mare. Why was he here again? Right he needed supplies,

and other such necessities, some clothes might be nice. The poor

thing underneath him that held all his weight whined with protest.

He dismounted the sturdy beast and tied its rope to a nearby tree.

All around him nature’s progress on taking back what was rightfully

it’s to start was well underway. Small homes taken over and

collapsed growth, the better constructed buildings still stood.

The streets and the vehicles had been overrun with age.

He approached the building closest to him, its outside walls

covered in vines, the front gable styled porch creaked with each

step. He examined the front door before trying to open it, the

knob clicked as he twisted it, giving the door a push it wouldn’t

budge. Stepping back he delivered a swift kick to the door,

breaking it in. The inside the house had been dark, rays of light

trickled in through the vines over the windows. The room in which

he stood contained a rocking chair, two pieces of unknown furniture

and a table with a black glass box that had buttons, dials and

knobs on top. Mido searched the other rooms in the house taking

what things he thought would be useful. He spent the remainder of

the day utterly raiding the city of Halifax, he searched train

stations, houses, stores, malls, any place he could get into to

that wasn’t inhabitable.

The sun was beginning to set as the darkness would take over in

its absence. Mido laid out the things he had collected from

scavenging the city of Halifax on the ground near the horse. He

had found several lighters and dozens of match packets, good for

fires. Clothing consisting of black and brown cargo pants, a

maroon jacket and a green hooded vest. He picked up two knives,

one pocket knife and the other with a large blade and handle. The

male grabbed tons of pencils, colored pencils, pens and notebooks.

Along the way he had also collected a backpack and duffle bag,

perfect because he needed something to carry everything. He

packed all the stuff he’d grabbed into the backpack and duffle bag,

shouldering the pack he walked over and tied the full bag to the

nameless mare. Heading north he left Halifax to return home to

Anathema.

Table by Alex Lyrics by Jonathan Coulton

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