Des felt the breeze while ermeging from the dusty old shack. It was good feeling to be out, but it was a shocking suprise at the same time. Des knew something bad has happend, the whole village appeared diserted with no any living acitivity. He walked futher out feeling the droplets hitting on his skull, it was windy enought for the water droplets to be wooshed around along with the dust.
"My Odd..." Des thought while looking around. He looked at the grey skies and then back down "... so silent, why?" he continued to think. "I think I know... " He wounderd.
Des didn't know where to look, he knew the tribe were gone and could of been tooken by the brutal industrial forces. He felt lucky, but worried for the others. Des believed in his knowlegde, that the industrials wernt very smart. With confidence and hope, Des went on foot to explore the rest of village.
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"For us, it's not about muscle bound characters with big guns. It's about little guys " ~ Lorne Lanning 15/02/2000 "We knew there were more of us out there, and were gunna find them!" ~ Abe
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