Snippet #1593769

His breathing quickened as he tossed, turned... Then sat bolt upright clutching hi chest. 41 breathed deeply, closing his eyes before lying back against the rubble. He'd been moving constantly, trying to find somewhere to stop for a while. He'd only paused for a small rest, but once again sleep had overtaken him, and that horrible nightmare that continually returned to him. He had no idea where he was, had even less idea where he was going. All he was trying to do was to avoid sleep, or find somewhere where that dream didn't touch him.

He stood up, shook the dust that had settled overnight, and continued to walk. He'd heard about battles, fights between mutants, but as he strode along the dusty avenue, such subjects seemed so far away that they couldn't touch him.... The crunch of gravel beneath his feet, the slow steady rhythm created by his constant pace. The rumble of his belly as it reminded him he hadn't had food in a while.. They were what was real. Real enough to make him acknowledge them.

"Country roads... take me home..." He slowly hums to himself, singing the main verse, something that he'd chanced to hear. Home... Such a place, of comfort and prosperity. Somewhere that you needn't worry about outside problems... A dream he could not fulfil. He wasn't a normal person, he had accepted such long ago. He was given a gift by science, now it was his duty to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. And to escape the dream.

Funny, most people searched for their dreams, he ran away. The trudging continuous scenery filed past, the sights and sounds, the colours. He stepped out onto another street of this ruined city, deciding to look for food first. Then he'd leave this desolate place for something with more freedom and less of this desolation.....