the life of who?
eyes slowly opening, you start to see tall objects, still just a blur he try’s to lift your left arm, the pain over comes him, his eyes shut tight, he lets them slowly back down, he open’s his eyes again this time he blink’s a few times until the blur goes away, the tall objects are coming in to focus, tall buildings on both his left and right side, he realizes he’s in a ally, he turn’s his head towards the right and try to move that arm, it works fine there was no pain in that arm. he tried his legs, they both work perfect a little pain but he doesn’t mind, he slowly get’s up refusing to let his bad arm help, success, you look around to see nothing but concrete, tall buildings and a broken rode, yet no sounds of people or cars.
he look’s down to check himself but he doesn’t look at the bad arm for he knows if he looks at it, the more it will hurt, you look fine, he’s naked but fine, not a scratch on him. He start’s to walk towards the street thinking to him, ‘what am I’ ‘were I’ ‘and why am I naked’? the road ahead doesn’t look far but the walk felt like forever.
finely he reaches the road, looking both way’s to see if there were any people and if they where naked as well?, you see no one, you step out of the ally, slowly you look around, it’s like a big bowl no exit but where he came, in the middle of the bowl like town, is a park, beautiful green grass, benches to eat on, and swings for the kids, on a swing was a full set of cloths, he walks over to them he looked around to see who may have put them there, not a soul in sight, he looked at the size of the cloths, the pants where baggy and the shirt as well, he put the cloth to his nose to smell them suspiciously, a women’s voice said 'you don’t have to put them on if you don’t want to', the fox turned quick to see a women standing in the door of an apartment, he put the pants on as quick as he could, looking to the women who was no longer in the doorway, he searched all the way around, relieved to find no one was watching.
he put the shirt on next, holding his pants up as he walked to the building the women was standing in, there was a belt in front of the door without hesitating picked it up and put it on, thou baggy it didn’t look that bad, looking through the glass doors he saw nothing, so he walked closer to the doors and slowly pushing them open, he searched for the women but did not speak.
she called out to him saying 'come here', he fallowed the sound up the stairs, walking and walking seeming like it would never end, finely he found her walking towards a metal door with a small window, opening it and walking through, he fallowed until he found himself on the rooftop, it was dark and cloudy yet still clear enough to see far out to the mountains, searching again.
she was standing by the ledge looking out to the mountains, he walked up to her and taped her shoulder with his padded finger she moved her hair out of her face with her hand and turned to the fox, and said 'I used to come up here with my pets, and look at the wonderful hills with the road winding around them, I would watch my father go to work in his pickup, then I would stay here until I could not see him anymore, the only thing the fox said was Why. After a while of sitting and talking she said '' the army came, and I knew that we where now at war, but I didn’t know with who.
I’m the only one in this city, everyone’s left, they left everything, there dogs there cats there food their cars everything, including me, I found my way around, and got plenty of food and water.
Why don’t you leave? the girl said WHY SHOULD I, I’m,,, I’m fine here, theirs everything I could ask for, she got up and dusted herself off and looked up, it's going to rain; she said, 'do you want anything' 'sure what do you got' 'anything you want', they both started walking down the stairs when the fox said 'how did you know I was coming ?', she said 'your message on the radio', he looked at her funny, 'what message?', she grinned and said, 'come on she said', she grabbed his paw and led him down into the basement, here was a radio a sofa and all the things she said she had, she walked to the radio, flipped a switch and nothing but static, she messed with the knob until she hit one mixed with static and a voice, he listened until it was over, he said in his mind, was that me? she flipped the switch off and walked to the table, he got up and fallowed, in the corner of his eye he saw something, he turned his head and saw a pile guns, to the right boxes and boxes of ammo, he stared for a while and then turned, she was making pancakes and bacon, she set a plate in front of him he gave thanks to the women, ‘why are you taking care of me?’,
he look’s down to check himself but he doesn’t look at the bad arm for he knows if he looks at it, the more it will hurt, you look fine, he’s naked but fine, not a scratch on him. He start’s to walk towards the street thinking to him, ‘what am I’ ‘were I’ ‘and why am I naked’? the road ahead doesn’t look far but the walk felt like forever.
finely he reaches the road, looking both way’s to see if there were any people and if they where naked as well?, you see no one, you step out of the ally, slowly you look around, it’s like a big bowl no exit but where he came, in the middle of the bowl like town, is a park, beautiful green grass, benches to eat on, and swings for the kids, on a swing was a full set of cloths, he walks over to them he looked around to see who may have put them there, not a soul in sight, he looked at the size of the cloths, the pants where baggy and the shirt as well, he put the cloth to his nose to smell them suspiciously, a women’s voice said 'you don’t have to put them on if you don’t want to', the fox turned quick to see a women standing in the door of an apartment, he put the pants on as quick as he could, looking to the women who was no longer in the doorway, he searched all the way around, relieved to find no one was watching.
he put the shirt on next, holding his pants up as he walked to the building the women was standing in, there was a belt in front of the door without hesitating picked it up and put it on, thou baggy it didn’t look that bad, looking through the glass doors he saw nothing, so he walked closer to the doors and slowly pushing them open, he searched for the women but did not speak.
she called out to him saying 'come here', he fallowed the sound up the stairs, walking and walking seeming like it would never end, finely he found her walking towards a metal door with a small window, opening it and walking through, he fallowed until he found himself on the rooftop, it was dark and cloudy yet still clear enough to see far out to the mountains, searching again.
she was standing by the ledge looking out to the mountains, he walked up to her and taped her shoulder with his padded finger she moved her hair out of her face with her hand and turned to the fox, and said 'I used to come up here with my pets, and look at the wonderful hills with the road winding around them, I would watch my father go to work in his pickup, then I would stay here until I could not see him anymore, the only thing the fox said was Why. After a while of sitting and talking she said '' the army came, and I knew that we where now at war, but I didn’t know with who.
I’m the only one in this city, everyone’s left, they left everything, there dogs there cats there food their cars everything, including me, I found my way around, and got plenty of food and water.
Why don’t you leave? the girl said WHY SHOULD I, I’m,,, I’m fine here, theirs everything I could ask for, she got up and dusted herself off and looked up, it's going to rain; she said, 'do you want anything' 'sure what do you got' 'anything you want', they both started walking down the stairs when the fox said 'how did you know I was coming ?', she said 'your message on the radio', he looked at her funny, 'what message?', she grinned and said, 'come on she said', she grabbed his paw and led him down into the basement, here was a radio a sofa and all the things she said she had, she walked to the radio, flipped a switch and nothing but static, she messed with the knob until she hit one mixed with static and a voice, he listened until it was over, he said in his mind, was that me? she flipped the switch off and walked to the table, he got up and fallowed, in the corner of his eye he saw something, he turned his head and saw a pile guns, to the right boxes and boxes of ammo, he stared for a while and then turned, she was making pancakes and bacon, she set a plate in front of him he gave thanks to the women, ‘why are you taking care of me?’,
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