Post by Artigas on Nov 6, 2018 6:00:56 GMT
Artigas sat on his bunk and stared around at his surroundings, he hated it inside the bunker already and he'd barely been down there for a few weeks... Or at least he thought it had probably been weeks, it felt like months. He knew that there was nothing above ground for him, his home was gone, all evidence that people had once live out there had probably been wiped from existence, but he missed it. He missed the trees and the grass and the sound of the birds, he missed the colour of the sky and how it changed depending on what time of day it was- he missed everything about it, even things that he didn't think he'd end up missing... But he missed his father most of all. There was never a good time to receive bad news, but there had to be a better time than when you're preparing for the end of the world- that's what Artigas had been doing when he'd received news of his father's death. Artigas couldn't remember much of that day, he didn't remember who'd broken the news to him, he couldn't even recall the exact words they'd used... He supposed they'd tried to break it to him gently, but the news was the same. What he did remember was the mind numbing pain and the anger that threatened to consume his entire body afterwards and he wasn't even allowed the time to properly grieve his loss, they didn't have time- not when the world was falling apart around them.
In the bunker though... In the bunker there was nothing stopping him from allowing himself to feel everything. Artigas wanted to feel sad and he did, he missed his father- it was so incredibly unfair that he'd had both his parents taken from him when he was still so young, but what he really felt was anger. His father had died protecting Luna, an honourable death they'd called it and it was, but what had he really died for? He'd kept Luna alive for a little while longer and now she was dead anyway, his father had died for nothing. "Where's the honour in that?" the boy muttered bitterly to himself, what honour was there in death anyway? He didn't even have the chance to give his father a funeral. Getting to his feet quickly, he failed to remember the top bunk and was promptly reminded of it when his forehead collided with the metal surface and sent him falling to his knees, a string of expletives tumbling from his mouth as he clutched his head in his hands. Struggling to his feet, he noticed a figure standing in the doorway "get out!" he snapped at whoever it was, he wasn't in the mood. He didn't care if they had to pass through to reach their bunk, they could sleep in the hall for all he cared.
Lincoln
ooc: hope this is okay!
