Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jun 28, 2017 9:22:27 GMT
 Let me know, of course, if anything needs to be changed in this starter! And no pressure to reply, hun! Get to it whenever you have muse <3 Isaiah's crops had gone bad with the first of the burning rains. With all Isaiah had learned from his years in Mount Weather, it was not difficult for him to realise that the rain was a sign of radiation. He didn't know if he could eat anything after that, he didn't want to test the theory out, so it all may as well have been dead. It was interesting, the information that Isaiah could and couldn't remember. He had read so many books, learnt so many things; he had been a well educated man before his home had been destroyed. In the same way, he had been a man without blood on his hands. A respectable man. Now, Isaiah felt as if he could not recognise himself. But he could still recognise the signs of something coming to kill him, the thing that he felt like he had spent his whole life trying not to die from. It was attaching him now, again, and Isaiah had began with very little idea of how he would survive this. Farming was how he had lived. That simple fact had not changed when Isaiah had escaped--no, when Isaiah had been forced out of his home. The Space People that he had been so interested in, the ones he had spoken to and come to like, they had done nothing but kill his people. Isaiah still held that weight in his heart, the deaths of his parents, his friends, and his people. But Isaiah had lost that initial anger that had made him run and shout and cry days away, and now he felt barely anything but the numbness that came with how lonely he now was. In those times after the burning rains, Isaiah had been given no choice but to kill. Not people, no, but even the action of taking an animal life had been too much for Isaiah. He had avoided it for so long. The process of trapping, the long and tiring process that had taken so long, had done nothing but remind him of how lonely he was. While he had cooked the meat over a fire in the darkness of a cave, Isaiah had come to a decision that there were only two things he could then do: he could watch the Space People from afar, watch and see how they were surviving. If they were fine, maybe he would be able to beg them for mercy; or, Isaiah could go to the Outsiders, he could try and find himself a home among them and maybe, if he was lucky, they would have a way to survive. They had survived the first radiation after all, in a better way than Isaiah's people had. Both of those options terrified Isaiah, as he felt nothing but fear before both of the groups. The Outsiders were killers, as vicious as vikings and as untamed as wolves. The Space People were advanced, more so like the Mountain People had been, but they were cruel and would kill as a first option, just like the Outsiders. With no better option, Isaiah chose the Outsiders. He went into their city, his clothes teared and stained and now, thankfully, closer to what they wore. He didn't stand out like a sore thumb but managed to walk around like he was one of them. It was a beginning but trying to make himself a part of them was going to be more difficult than simply looking the part. But he didn't know where to begin. Just walking around the city had him growing more and more anxious. Sights of knives and swords reminded him of the animal he had killed with a sharp stone while it had been helpless in the barely-together trap. The first life he had taken, the only one he hoped to ever take. What he quickly realised was that they didn't speak English but a completely different language. This thwarted his plans, as he couldn't really find himself a part of their community if he couldn't communicate. To the Space People he went second, walking with his tail between his legs and his head barely lifting from staring at his feet. His heart pounded hard and fast as he walked, memories of his home playing in his head as he did. He remembered Grey, their nights running around the mountain. Their first kiss, and the way his heart had pounded around her for so long before that moment had happened and after it as well. Grey had died from the radiation. His parents were clear in mind, their smiling faces, their constant encouragements to Isaiah, and even their teasing about his shy nature. His parents had died from radiation. Isaiah couldn't die the same way they had, but going to the people that had caused their deaths seemed something even worse than dying himself. Isaiah didn't go into the Space People's home at first, he just watched. He didn't know how he managed it, to not be seen, not be killed. He knew the people would kill him if they saw him, he knew he looked enough like an Outsider now. But even if he didn't, they hadn't cared about killing his family, why would they care about killing him? Tears had ran down his face often, seeing faces that he recognised, people he had spoken to, people he had only seen when everything had gone so wrong. Since making it out of Mount Weather, the freak luck of having been tested on, Isaiah had tried so often to forgive--he had tried to understand--but the pain washed all his good intentions away and left nothing but the cold numb and loneliness. Eventually in his watching, he saw them leave, so many of them leaving and decided then and there that he had no choice but to follow. Isaiah coughed as he walked, his body weak, sores beginning to appear on his skin, slowly growing into existance. Isaiah was not unfamiliar with what was happening. It hadn't ever happened to him, being caught in a radiation breach but that didn't mean he hadn't seen someone else with the sores before. He had seen someone being carried by suited men to medical once, while he standing on the other side of a windowed door. He made it back into the Outsider's city but this time it was different, people were angry and scared but English was being spoken by many of them. More people were there than he had remembered seeing in his last trip into the old-world ruins. It wasn't long before Isaiah was informed of what was happening: the conclave. It wasn't long before Isaiah was out of the city once more, tears streaming down his cheeks and stinging at his eyes as he sat outside the city. He was just going to die. He sat. Cheers and screams and cries could be heard in the distance. Sound travelled so much better outside than it ever had in Mount Weather. After some time, too much time, really, a car appeared in the distance. The headlights blinded him but a seed of hope came with that. The only people with cars were the Space People, Isaiah was certain of it. He ran onto the road as the car drove towards him, waving his hands, praying that they would stop ... If they didn't, well, a death like that would be kinder than from the sores that were already taking over his skin and his body. Isaiah knew he didnt have much longer, so anything was worth a try. Maybe the Space People would hit him with the car. Maybe they would stop but kill him anyway. Maybe they would just drive around him. But, maybe if he prayed to the gods that people used to pray to, maybe he would be saved. He could only try. |
