[The Road] "Terribilla Locutus Est" (PG-13)
Author's Note: Written for "fic_promptly"'s Author's choice, author's choice, urban abstract
He and the boy generally avoided the cities except for this time. quickest way to the coast lay through the city though that meant a risk of meeting packs and fewer caches of food but they had enough that it should last them the trip through the canyons of derelict buildings rising up around them dwarfing them rising up in mounds of crumbling concrete and twisted metal turning to rust the grey air gnawed at till the girders turned to wires for an abstract sculpture in memorium to the world that had passed.
Did people live here
Yes they did
Their homes were tall did a lot of people live in them
Yeah a lot of people lived here
Did they have families
Yeah they had families
I'd like to live here if there were people here
You wouldn't want to now, where there are people, there's trouble.
Okay.
Then, after a while:
The buildings look sad but they must have been nice
They were nice long ago.
Did you live here
No, but I worked here
Was it nice
I guess it was nice
What happened to them
Things fell apart
Will someone fix them?
No, there's not enough people to fix them
The boy pondered that, but continued to gaze up at the crumbling buildings, at the twisted necropolis, a giant mausoleum for the past that was dissolving along with the city around them.
He and the boy generally avoided the cities except for this time. quickest way to the coast lay through the city though that meant a risk of meeting packs and fewer caches of food but they had enough that it should last them the trip through the canyons of derelict buildings rising up around them dwarfing them rising up in mounds of crumbling concrete and twisted metal turning to rust the grey air gnawed at till the girders turned to wires for an abstract sculpture in memorium to the world that had passed.
Did people live here
Yes they did
Their homes were tall did a lot of people live in them
Yeah a lot of people lived here
Did they have families
Yeah they had families
I'd like to live here if there were people here
You wouldn't want to now, where there are people, there's trouble.
Okay.
Then, after a while:
The buildings look sad but they must have been nice
They were nice long ago.
Did you live here
No, but I worked here
Was it nice
I guess it was nice
What happened to them
Things fell apart
Will someone fix them?
No, there's not enough people to fix them
The boy pondered that, but continued to gaze up at the crumbling buildings, at the twisted necropolis, a giant mausoleum for the past that was dissolving along with the city around them.