Post by vandis on Oct 3, 2010 21:24:16 GMT
Ed
Ed slumped his tall, lanky body against the remains of the building behind him as he peered around the corner. He stared off a bit into the distance and drummed his fingers against the half a wall that was left of whatever had been there before. He looked down at himself; the dark colored pants and long brown coat he wore were both covered in all kinds of dirt and dust. The faded blue t-shirt was relatively cleaner, but not by much. He sighed and looked up at the sun, a little past its peak, as it beamed down onto the Wasteland. He was thankful for the bit of shade he had found, considering how hot it felt. Definitely hot enough to make him consider taking off the coat for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He decided against it again. The coat made him feel safer.
He considered drinking some more water. He had a bit left, but he had learned the hard way it was best not to drink it until you needed to, and he wasn't there just yet. He peered back around the corner again and started suddenly, pulling the dusty goggles that covered his eyes up to rest on his black hair with the hope he could get a better look.
He thought he had seen movement.
That morning Ed had headed for the remains of the giant clock, figuring it was as good a destination as any. He'd been wandering for so long he didn't much consider the where anymore. As he got closer to it, he saw what looked like some sort of ramshackle compound near the base of what he suspected had once been known as Big Ben. There wasn't any easily accessible high ground where he could get a look beyond the walls so he had camped out and watched it for a bit more than a quarter of the day now.
He yawned and lowered his goggles back down to recover his eyes, using some sweat to wipe a little of the dust off them. If it had been movement he couldn't tell what kind. He couldn't make out much other than the walls from this distance. He hadn't spotted anyone or anything yet, and briefly wondered if anyone or anything had spotted him.
He was beginning to consider that the place was already abandoned. At the very least, it didn't look like a place that any of the crazies would build, and the Walkers and their ilk didn't have need of, or at least care for, shelter.
He looked at the ramshackle crossbow in his left hand and made up his mind. He bent down and picked up his pack from the ground, tapped the hilt of the knife in his belt, and walked out from behind his cover. Slowly and carefully, Ed made his way toward the place.
Ed slumped his tall, lanky body against the remains of the building behind him as he peered around the corner. He stared off a bit into the distance and drummed his fingers against the half a wall that was left of whatever had been there before. He looked down at himself; the dark colored pants and long brown coat he wore were both covered in all kinds of dirt and dust. The faded blue t-shirt was relatively cleaner, but not by much. He sighed and looked up at the sun, a little past its peak, as it beamed down onto the Wasteland. He was thankful for the bit of shade he had found, considering how hot it felt. Definitely hot enough to make him consider taking off the coat for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He decided against it again. The coat made him feel safer.
He considered drinking some more water. He had a bit left, but he had learned the hard way it was best not to drink it until you needed to, and he wasn't there just yet. He peered back around the corner again and started suddenly, pulling the dusty goggles that covered his eyes up to rest on his black hair with the hope he could get a better look.
He thought he had seen movement.
That morning Ed had headed for the remains of the giant clock, figuring it was as good a destination as any. He'd been wandering for so long he didn't much consider the where anymore. As he got closer to it, he saw what looked like some sort of ramshackle compound near the base of what he suspected had once been known as Big Ben. There wasn't any easily accessible high ground where he could get a look beyond the walls so he had camped out and watched it for a bit more than a quarter of the day now.
He yawned and lowered his goggles back down to recover his eyes, using some sweat to wipe a little of the dust off them. If it had been movement he couldn't tell what kind. He couldn't make out much other than the walls from this distance. He hadn't spotted anyone or anything yet, and briefly wondered if anyone or anything had spotted him.
He was beginning to consider that the place was already abandoned. At the very least, it didn't look like a place that any of the crazies would build, and the Walkers and their ilk didn't have need of, or at least care for, shelter.
He looked at the ramshackle crossbow in his left hand and made up his mind. He bent down and picked up his pack from the ground, tapped the hilt of the knife in his belt, and walked out from behind his cover. Slowly and carefully, Ed made his way toward the place.
