It was going to be one of those days.
Mmhmm! Yes siree!!
It was going to be one of those days! He needed no soothsayer or clairvoyant or whatever the heck they called them in these parts to predict the obvious when it was pretty much screaming at him as an air raid siren pleading at him to just ‘Get the hell outta here! This place is bad.. real bad’.
He hurriedly packed his essential into his favourite backpack – the one he found at that gacha in that underground store, the one with the subway system – Xiaj, or something it was called. He also needed his guitar.
His guitar… Where is it?
The bastards – they must’ve taken it while he was ‘under’. He got that guitar at a sale, the guy he got it from said it was called “Acoustic guitar G-02SB” and he loved it and he was sure as hell not leaving this hovel without it.
He rummaged through the shack (under the bed, inside the closet, the smoke-stained kitchen) but couldn’t find it, but then an idea struck him. The out-house! They must’ve hidden it in there or taken it with them!
The doors were unmistakeably locked, so the only way out was through the window. He took off his Kal Rau Shirt to wrapped his hand in it and with a grunt whilst using his Atro Patena hat as a shield for his eyes he shattered the glass. The sound reverberated through the house and silent street like an echo.
No time to waste, buddy!
He scooped up his bag and wormed his way out the window and rushed toward the out-house.
It was there. He was right! Hallelujah! His guitar, and in one piece!
Like a tender embrace during a stormy night, he felt enveloped by a sense of hope, but that siren in his head kept howling at him to get out and as quickly as possible because they’ll be back.
Without even thinking whether he left anything else bedind or looking back he immediate fled. They were not going to catch him! Not again. He ran until he was not only far from that house but also the street until he came to a stop at the railway station. It was then he looked back at the scene behind him.
No one was out there, and no one was following him (Thank God!). The snapping sound was probably just his imagination, or could’ve been one of those ravens – they were everywhere. It was the sound of a raven pecking at his window that brought him back to reality that morning.
He looked across the line and that’s when he saw it – a little white and brown moving figure roaming in the distance and it was slowly coming his way. Instinct told him to flee, but for some reason this apparition struck him as harmless.
He hid behind the rusted sign and engraved on it was the name of the station and town.
The figure in the distance stopped for a second, undecided, and as the clouds rolled away from the sun, the mystery was solved. It was a dog, a hound, evidently a stray.
The busker slumped himself to the hard cold pavement and smiled. At times like these the company of an animal or friend is always welcomed and besides this was the only living creature around, besides those god-dam birds and it.. it was turning away?
“No, don’t go!” he winced desperately and he picked up his guitar and plucked the strings, hoping to attract this lonesome creature’s attention.
The hound halted. He heard it and that’s when he saw the busker, that little frail man whom he saw a few minutes ago. With a wagging tail he ran toward the sound and new friend : the first person he’d seen in three days since his owner vanished.
The busker opened his arm and embraced the hound. “Hey there, little buddy!” and for half an hour he played his guitar and sang to the little animal who dropped his head on the busker’s lap.
Hope regained itself in hearts of our protagonist and his new ally. They were going to make it, and he was taking this dog with him. He was so caught up with his friend that he forgot his fear, but the siren in his head gradually intensified without him even noticing it.
At first it was a screech which transfigured into a roar, but slowly it was like a tsunami – a never-ending white noise and when he did actually hear it, he saw ‘them’ in the distance heading in his direction. They were coming – an army of them and they were drawing closer at a rapid pace.
The busker felt his heart drop. This can’t be happening! No way in hell are they going to catch him and the dog and the two of them were a long way from home.
Hat & Hair - [Atro Patena] - Neo_Ash
Glasses - S O R G O - ClubMaster Dark
Necklace - KOSH- SANCTUARY NECKLACE
Backpack - / XIAJ / Basic Backpack (Gacha item. Use the subway teleport system and select ‘Shoes and Accessories’)
Shirt - <kal rau> Casual Shirt M3 P-01_Size 02
Bracelet 1 - TEMPESTUOUS - Urban Bracelet (Limited Edition) for Homeless Awarness Hunt (Freebie)
Bracelet 2 - *BOOM* Friendship Bracelet (Red)
Pants - [Pumpkin]Patched skinnies
Shoes - [ h ] Dockers 2.0 – Beige suede
Guitar - GZ Guitar G-02SB-NATURAL
Location – ROCHE