Coming home (emsrocks)
May 20, 2013 16:45:26 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on May 20, 2013 16:45:26 GMT -5
'Five, six, seven, eight days.' I count the days of our journey to district 11 on my hands while my tired horse is slowly moving one foot in front of the other under my weight. That's how long I've been away from home. No longer though.
In front of us towers the high fence around district 10. Not many people have seen the fence from this side or the wild forests and plains that lay beyond it. I'm a little proud to say I'm one of them. Together with my much younger partner, Brian.
The trip had been dangerous. On the way there a wild boar attacked us, which made us loose one of the horses we were supposed to deliver to district 11. Now our pockets are a little less heavy than they could be but they're still full enough to make me worry all the way home.
People in the lower districts have so little that they sometimes take what they need. Even if it is unlawful.
We reach the checkpoint were we present the official papers to the peace keepers on duty, who have their rifles trained on us. It's not like they have customers every day.
After a long uncomfortable moment the large gates open and we ride inside. Back home on familiar soil.
I've been waiting for so long for this moment. I can't wait to see my kids and Faith. I want to hold them so tight, kiss them and simply be with them again.
For another 30 minutes we have to cross through dense woods and an open field before we can see the first houses. In here I'm on high alert. If anybody has been watching us, the lush green of the trees would be the best hiding spot.
Constantly my eyes scan the forest and I remind Brian at my side. "Keep your eyes open."
In front of us towers the high fence around district 10. Not many people have seen the fence from this side or the wild forests and plains that lay beyond it. I'm a little proud to say I'm one of them. Together with my much younger partner, Brian.
The trip had been dangerous. On the way there a wild boar attacked us, which made us loose one of the horses we were supposed to deliver to district 11. Now our pockets are a little less heavy than they could be but they're still full enough to make me worry all the way home.
People in the lower districts have so little that they sometimes take what they need. Even if it is unlawful.
We reach the checkpoint were we present the official papers to the peace keepers on duty, who have their rifles trained on us. It's not like they have customers every day.
After a long uncomfortable moment the large gates open and we ride inside. Back home on familiar soil.
I've been waiting for so long for this moment. I can't wait to see my kids and Faith. I want to hold them so tight, kiss them and simply be with them again.
For another 30 minutes we have to cross through dense woods and an open field before we can see the first houses. In here I'm on high alert. If anybody has been watching us, the lush green of the trees would be the best hiding spot.
Constantly my eyes scan the forest and I remind Brian at my side. "Keep your eyes open."