Snippet #2169628

Shio Woods

Pain. Everything hurt so bad. Maybe that was what he got for dozing off in some dirt clearing. God he was so stupid sometimes. Someone could have killed him, or worse…tortured him. Because being killed while sleeping was painless, but being tortured equaled that you were alive and in pain. You could feel the pain. Glaring at the blue sky, the sky that had been that same blue for what felt like months, Shio rolled over and pushed himself off the ground, pulling off his hoodie to brush off the dirt. After yanking it back over his head, he slid his hands into his pockets and strolled through the city, playing his little game of ‘who is in what gang’. He could guess right most times, or at least he was sure he was right because he never saw them in his gang.

Grave. he thought, then paused at the surprising fact that he sort of recognized these two. One had ginger pigtails, and was shorter than a midget, while the other, male, was obviously taller. Blue hair. Dark blue hair. Humming to himself, Shio watched the two of them walk off, only casually trailing behind them. They were looking for food, if he had anything to add to what they were doing. Everyone was looking for food, locking up the food they had, blaming people for stealing the food. He needed to replenish his stash fast, before things got ugly. Looking back up to see the two kids breaking into one of the bakeries. Following them, he treaded softly on the broken glass and wood fragments, spying not much food, but more than enough to sustain him. Maybe. If he limited himself to 2 meals a day. “Mind if I take some of this?” he spoke in a normal tone of voice as he picked up a bag of sugar, and across the store he spied a bag of coffee grounds, buried under some wood pieces. Perfect.