Creative Writing

You are situated in a small encampment. Surrounding you; friends and colleges working for the cause of liberating the eastern Glade. Cheaply made houses decorate the camp, a small fire has burnt out in the centre of this place, and the embers continue to glow defiantly. You intended to explore the wastes, looking for resources and others to join the group. Those that have been expelled from the Glade usually join without hesitation, due to the difficulty of surviving alone in the wastes. You ponder upon what would be a suitable weapon, and what would be a good direction to set off in.

Yaaay, I love it

Walk east

Deciding a weapon would only bring unwanted trouble you set off. Carrying food and water in a small black backpack. You head out of the village heading east towards the Glade. Most of those expelled stay together around the Glade. Hoping they’ll be let back in. This of course is a stupid thought reserved for the dreamers and optimists, such things that have no place in the new world.
You wave goodbye to those around you. As you’re just about to leave a small child approaches you. “Please, can I come with you?” he asks in a quiet, but determined voice. “I want to find my daddy.” He explains, eyes watering slightly. You contemplate. Take him. Or head off alone. It’d be easier alone. But the child would be a good way to show how the Bandits care for others, and that we protect those Order ignore. You turn to the child and say to him.

Say yes to child and continue east

Does someone else wanna take over?

Telling the child to come with you, you follow the path, and the child follow you.
The night falls and you set up a fire.
The child stands straight, next to the fire.
Then you're SCARED TO DEATH as you see that the child has no legs, but floats, a feet above the ground.

The child turns to you and kisses you.

You're dead, fool!