Post by Ryan on Apr 28, 2013 8:08:27 GMT -8
Running From The Past
How long had he been running? Ten minutes? Twenty? Thirty? To be honest, he had lost track a while ago, but there was nothing like a good run to get the heart pumping! Well, hearts in his case, but surely that was nit picking? Either way, it had been a while and with his heightened stamina it was extremely easy to lose track of just how much exercise or the like he had done. Worryingly though, it was also difficult to tell when he was overdoing it, but then was that even possible any more? He'd always had a lot of stamina, but every day it seemed as though he had more still, becoming faster and covering greater distances. Maybe that was just him though, at least he hoped so. Then again, something like that could come in handy in this hell hole!
Finally beginning to break a sweat, Ryan stopped and leaned against a wall in order to catch his breath. Gulping from a bottle of water he had acquired in the places central district, he glanced around to see just where he had ended up. Having only been here three days, he still wasn't all that familiar with the place, but he knew the southern district when he saw it! Shortly after arriving, he had been ushered with a group who were mostly based down here, although he hadn't seen much of them since. Coming to terms with his incarceration had been difficult, and he had just started to feel better before being herded to the ship that had brought him here. The trip itself had been uneventful, other than the 'example' made before they had left that is! Still not having a clear memory of the men he had supposedly killed, that had been the first time he had seen someone die in violent circumstances, television not with standing. The youth had never felt his hearts beat so fast, banging against both sides of his chest as though they were going to break through at any moment! He too had spoken up against the treatment of himself and his fellow prisoners, would he be next? Thankfully not, as a hot, sickly feeling came over him and he kept his head down from that point on. He had forgotten his usual sense of cheerfulness and optimism, but then it was hard to be either when you were covered in the blood of someone who had been stood by his side just moments ago and had a gun pointed in your direction!
At least he had survived this long, and he had done so by keeping his mouth shut and his head held high. He was of the mind that no matter what life threw at you, it was still worth living, and cutting it short by being a loud mouth would be a waste. Instead, he had decided to try not to dwell too much on what was lost, and move on as best he could. His life as he knew it had ended, but this was a new beginning. Maybe it wouldn't be as comfortable as he was used to, and maybe he would die in here, but he sure as hell wouldn't allow himself to go insane pining for the past and not making the most of what he had left! What did he have left? Very little, but that was better than nothing, he thought with a smile!
Finally beginning to break a sweat, Ryan stopped and leaned against a wall in order to catch his breath. Gulping from a bottle of water he had acquired in the places central district, he glanced around to see just where he had ended up. Having only been here three days, he still wasn't all that familiar with the place, but he knew the southern district when he saw it! Shortly after arriving, he had been ushered with a group who were mostly based down here, although he hadn't seen much of them since. Coming to terms with his incarceration had been difficult, and he had just started to feel better before being herded to the ship that had brought him here. The trip itself had been uneventful, other than the 'example' made before they had left that is! Still not having a clear memory of the men he had supposedly killed, that had been the first time he had seen someone die in violent circumstances, television not with standing. The youth had never felt his hearts beat so fast, banging against both sides of his chest as though they were going to break through at any moment! He too had spoken up against the treatment of himself and his fellow prisoners, would he be next? Thankfully not, as a hot, sickly feeling came over him and he kept his head down from that point on. He had forgotten his usual sense of cheerfulness and optimism, but then it was hard to be either when you were covered in the blood of someone who had been stood by his side just moments ago and had a gun pointed in your direction!
At least he had survived this long, and he had done so by keeping his mouth shut and his head held high. He was of the mind that no matter what life threw at you, it was still worth living, and cutting it short by being a loud mouth would be a waste. Instead, he had decided to try not to dwell too much on what was lost, and move on as best he could. His life as he knew it had ended, but this was a new beginning. Maybe it wouldn't be as comfortable as he was used to, and maybe he would die in here, but he sure as hell wouldn't allow himself to go insane pining for the past and not making the most of what he had left! What did he have left? Very little, but that was better than nothing, he thought with a smile!