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02-27-2013, 01:55 AM
The once green, lush forests and grassy plains of the Montana Valley had been reduced to a bleak, singed husk of its former self. There was still plenty of vegetation, but most of it had been choked out by ash and soot. Coileus was on his way from one place to the next – foraging for food and water. Although scarce, he had been reliably doing so for… well, as long as he could remember. Given how his world fell victim to natural and supernatural disasters, he found it difficult to keep track of the time by any normal means. Time wasn’t an issue for him though, and it certainly wasn’t of the essence. He had grown quite accustomed to his slow paced life of repetitious reason, and had no desire for it to change.
A gust of wind rolled by, making Coileus pause for a moment. The sheer amount of ash in the atmosphere blocked most of the sunlight, but the Chinook winds that rolled off the mountains kept him warm. He gazed behind him, the wind masking his footprints in the slag powders beneath his legs. Although unintentional, it was an advantage that made him difficult to follow in his remote area, keeping him safe from predators and the like. He carried himself forward, and when he broke the crest of a hill, Coileus was pleased to discover another patch of living vegetation. Excited, he paced faster towards the plants, eager to find any sort of food possible. It wasn’t too long before he found sustenance, and immediately began his work. Coileus remained focused and kept his head down: gather food… move… repeat process. These were the steps he lived by, and while dull, it was these steps that had ensured his continual survival.
He did this for several minutes before something caught his attention. It was an odd repeating sound, far off in the distance. He stopped what he was doing and raised his head to look where the sound was coming from. The noise was very odd against the matte ambiance of the plains, making loud, fast thumps to demand his attention – and that was when he saw it. An object in the sky: long, cylindrical, and with what looked like a disk on top. It approached his location, slowly increasing in volume and size. Coileus froze still – an instinctual survival tactic of his. While he remained still, his eyes followed the foreign object. It came closer before completely passing him; he watched as the helicopter flew overhead, and continued over the horizon, it’s ominous wafting sound fading with it into the distance. Coileus started moving again; not to forage, but to run. He wanted nothing to do with whoever that was, and whatever they were doing.
A gust of wind rolled by, making Coileus pause for a moment. The sheer amount of ash in the atmosphere blocked most of the sunlight, but the Chinook winds that rolled off the mountains kept him warm. He gazed behind him, the wind masking his footprints in the slag powders beneath his legs. Although unintentional, it was an advantage that made him difficult to follow in his remote area, keeping him safe from predators and the like. He carried himself forward, and when he broke the crest of a hill, Coileus was pleased to discover another patch of living vegetation. Excited, he paced faster towards the plants, eager to find any sort of food possible. It wasn’t too long before he found sustenance, and immediately began his work. Coileus remained focused and kept his head down: gather food… move… repeat process. These were the steps he lived by, and while dull, it was these steps that had ensured his continual survival.
He did this for several minutes before something caught his attention. It was an odd repeating sound, far off in the distance. He stopped what he was doing and raised his head to look where the sound was coming from. The noise was very odd against the matte ambiance of the plains, making loud, fast thumps to demand his attention – and that was when he saw it. An object in the sky: long, cylindrical, and with what looked like a disk on top. It approached his location, slowly increasing in volume and size. Coileus froze still – an instinctual survival tactic of his. While he remained still, his eyes followed the foreign object. It came closer before completely passing him; he watched as the helicopter flew overhead, and continued over the horizon, it’s ominous wafting sound fading with it into the distance. Coileus started moving again; not to forage, but to run. He wanted nothing to do with whoever that was, and whatever they were doing.