“Run little rabbit, run” he whispered, as he watched her through a scope. Despite his menacing appearance, he was not here to kill her.
He’d been sent to observe her progress.
Sarah had no idea why she was here. Now. Didn’t know where “here” was.
Her world had never been perfect, but she couldn’t have imagine this. We were supposed to learn from our mistakes. Abandon our archaic methods of war. Embrace peace.
She couldn’t have known. Who among us can see the future?
The man with scope can. He watched her as she took shelter in a nearby dilapidated building. The scene was as old as time. A living city, now dead. It’s residents long gone. The skies, grey with ash and smoke and anything else you can possibly imagine. The man with the scope didn’t move. His heartbeat was slow, rhythmic, in control. He was a statue. Sarah had come across something long kept hidden.
At last, in a secure location, she used her radio.
“Hello, is there anyone out there?”
The Wanderer smiled.
Contact.
He stood up. Left his perch…