100 Words a Day 716

“We’re lost,” Jimmy said.

“Yeah,” agreed Sarah.

“What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know. I guess we can climb a tree and try and get our bearings.”

Jimmy shrugged, he didn’t have a better idea, and started looking for a tree. Finding an acceptable one, he started up.

He shook his head when he reached the ground again.

“I can’t see anything. It’s just trees as far as I can see.”

Jimmy wiped his brow as Sarah scrunched he face in thought.

“Well, someone will come looking for us eventually. We could build a fire.”

“Yeah, we could.” 

100 Words a Day 715

The mine was little more than a hole in the ground, but the sound of the picks striking the rock were the heartbeat of the settlement and without that regular beat the people of Redwell would surely die. Loads of ore were brought up via a squeaky pulley and deposited into carts waiting to take them to the furnace. Once the iron had been smelted it was boxed up neatly in crates labeled Redwell. These crates of iron then made their way to the far ends of the empire, where their contents were forged into the tools of daily life.

100 Words a Day 714

He jumped as the elevator doors opened. His hands were shaking and sweaty; his breathing was rapid and shallow. He gripped the pistol, his pistol, tight and knocked on the door.

You can do this. He repeated.

A woman opened the door. He saw the man he was looking for over her shoulder. Trying not to think, he shot her and entered the apartment as she fell, continuing to shoot. The man tried to cower, but was hit. Then it was over.

                                                                                                                         

As he left, he was reminded of something his father used to say:

“You never forget your first.”

100 Words a Day 713

The truck idled at the edge of the ruins. The cab was filled with apprehension. Everyone strained to make out any details of the fallen city. All they could see was destruction. They knew, however, the place was as full of danger as it was treasure.

“Well, I guess there’s nothing else but to head in.”

“Yeah.”

Chris swallowed and tightened his grip on his rifle. His hands were sweaty on the barrel.

“Hold on to your butts,” Alex said as he slid the truck into gear and started down the road. Eyes darted continuously, alert for any unknown dangers.

100 Words a Day 712

The whole gang gathered in a circle around Tommy and Rex. The two young men stalked each other. Suddenly, Rex rushed forward, his arms shooting for Tommy’s legs, and tried to throw him. Tommy stepped back and slapped Rex’s arms away before launching a big right at his exposed face. Rex’s nose broke audibly and his head snapped back. He staggered away from Tommy, holding his arms up to ward off any more strikes. Unfortunately, it did not prevent Tommy from wrapping his arms around Rex’s legs and flipping him through the air. He crashed into the floor with finality.

100 Words a Day 711

Johnny bit into the new candy; it was the best one yet. While he chewed, he looked for more like it in the mound of treats from his trick-or-treat bag. With a disappointed swallow, he realized there were none. He took a second honking big bite of the candy bar and chewed with abandon. It wasn’t until he had finished the candy that he realized something was wrong. First he began to feel dizzy. Then he was suddenly overcome by the worst stomach ache he had ever experienced in his short life. He let out a groan and doubled over.

100 Words a Day 710

While Jess was putting the driver down, Rex inserted a tube into the car and began siphoning gas out of the tank. The tube was clear, allowing him to avoid getting a mouthful when the gas started to flow. He eyed their surroundings as the gas can filled; you could never be too careful in The Wastes.

The can was half full when he noticed a dark spec on the horizon, heading for them.

“Jess, we’ve got company.”

“Shit,” she said. “How are we on the gas?”

“About halfway.”

Jess coaxed the vehicle to life, and eyed the speck nervously.