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I've been wandering around for two days. Don't really have any certain place in mind; I've just been letting my feet take me wherever I ended up.
I can now see the mall, nestled amongst the labyrinth of cold steel that is the city.
I'm now also in the right mind to yell at my feet for taking me here. Damn feet.
I suppose it's all for the best, in some twisted way; I haven't eaten for three days, and the earth feels as if it's constantly shifting beneath me (damn feet). Subconciously, I think I knew I was coming here, or at least planned it in some sinister attempt to drag myself here against my own will. And yet, I probably should have come sooner--I should have come to the mall to get someone to help me in rescuing Ellie. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. After all, isn't it the Mallrats' fault that I got captured in the first place? Why shouldn't I turn my back on them? They did to me, despite the motto of always following the Mallrat way.
When they fall back, leave them.
Must be the new motto, and I just never got the memo.
The wind is rustling through the leaves of the oak tree I'm sitting under. The shade is slightly comforting to my sunburnt skin, but does nothing to quell the sting of the lashes across my back. Beaten down time and time again, until I could no longer rise up again--I can still hear the whip singing through the air towards me, threatening to take me in it's seering grip a sixth, seventh, eighth time.
I would have been better off staying with the Technos, as horrible as it seems.
Those tin soldiers were nothing.
But that's in the past...well, past week, at least.
Now I have a bigger problem at hand:
What to do.
I can now see the mall, nestled amongst the labyrinth of cold steel that is the city.
I'm now also in the right mind to yell at my feet for taking me here. Damn feet.
I suppose it's all for the best, in some twisted way; I haven't eaten for three days, and the earth feels as if it's constantly shifting beneath me (damn feet). Subconciously, I think I knew I was coming here, or at least planned it in some sinister attempt to drag myself here against my own will. And yet, I probably should have come sooner--I should have come to the mall to get someone to help me in rescuing Ellie. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. After all, isn't it the Mallrats' fault that I got captured in the first place? Why shouldn't I turn my back on them? They did to me, despite the motto of always following the Mallrat way.
When they fall back, leave them.
Must be the new motto, and I just never got the memo.
The wind is rustling through the leaves of the oak tree I'm sitting under. The shade is slightly comforting to my sunburnt skin, but does nothing to quell the sting of the lashes across my back. Beaten down time and time again, until I could no longer rise up again--I can still hear the whip singing through the air towards me, threatening to take me in it's seering grip a sixth, seventh, eighth time.
I would have been better off staying with the Technos, as horrible as it seems.
Those tin soldiers were nothing.
But that's in the past...well, past week, at least.
Now I have a bigger problem at hand:
What to do.