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Mother creeps to the edge of the jungle, following behind her son. She makes sure to stay far back so she is not noticed. She needs to see how he spends his time. The idea that there are still other people on this Island fills her with fear. They know nothing but destruction and death always follows them. She needs to protect the Island, and in doing so, protect her sons.
A fearful buzzing fills her ears as she approaches a clearing. Her jaw drops open as she stares at giant, shiny structures that seem to be pulsing with a horrible noise that sets her skin to crawl. She resists the urge to cover her ears and watches as her son approaches the towering things. She also has to resist the urge to call out, to warn him of the impending danger, but he appears to be doing... something to them. Suddenly the buzzing is silenced, and he continues on his way as if nothing happened.
She hesitates only a moment. Once he is nearly out of her line of sight she steels herself and all but runs past the towers, barely looking at them. Once she is well past them she collects herself, patting her side to ensure that her knife is still attached to her side.
She follows him for a long while before they are suddenly surrounded by what appear to be huts. They are a bright yellow. She is confused by the things that surround her, things and objects she cannot name. She feels like a stranger, like a child. She ducks behind a bush and watches as her son enters one of the yellow huts. She waits for him to reappear, but he does not.
Suddenly, she notices them, the people. She hides herself a little better, and clutches her knife. Perhaps she can dash away before she is seen.
A fearful buzzing fills her ears as she approaches a clearing. Her jaw drops open as she stares at giant, shiny structures that seem to be pulsing with a horrible noise that sets her skin to crawl. She resists the urge to cover her ears and watches as her son approaches the towering things. She also has to resist the urge to call out, to warn him of the impending danger, but he appears to be doing... something to them. Suddenly the buzzing is silenced, and he continues on his way as if nothing happened.
She hesitates only a moment. Once he is nearly out of her line of sight she steels herself and all but runs past the towers, barely looking at them. Once she is well past them she collects herself, patting her side to ensure that her knife is still attached to her side.
She follows him for a long while before they are suddenly surrounded by what appear to be huts. They are a bright yellow. She is confused by the things that surround her, things and objects she cannot name. She feels like a stranger, like a child. She ducks behind a bush and watches as her son enters one of the yellow huts. She waits for him to reappear, but he does not.
Suddenly, she notices them, the people. She hides herself a little better, and clutches her knife. Perhaps she can dash away before she is seen.