Fairy Dust
Literature
Gerard's POV
This is the first time were stopping. I swear to God I nearly shit myself in fear. We could hear their voices approaching. We were paralyzed in fear but we ducked out of sight as soon as the heavy wooden door slid open. A man stood there examining the insides. His eyes swept past us.
"Hey Fred, you sure made a mess of this one." another man appeared beside him, we wore an old fashioned conductors hat and by God, overalls. I cringed at the major fashion don't.
"Well the guys in Texas won't be happy." he laughed at closed the door so we were once more bathed in darkness. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding . We didn't speak until the train began moving again.
Frank's POV
I didn't really notice but we have been refugees for nearly a month! Were still alive! It is January 20, 2008 today. I can't believe we aren't dead!
I read Ziggies diary alone in Mikey and my corner my our little nest of peoples clothing. I flipped a tattered page to the next entry.
January 10,2008
Today I saw something new at the base. With the green uniformed soldiers, a man wearing black and white but exactly the same style. He met with a general, I knew he was a general because he had a lot of badges. The zebra man had a bunch of papers in his hands. They kept talking about transporting something to Texas. Why there? I don't know but I'm scared.
I closed the book and sat for a moment. I didn't realize how deep in thought I was until Mikey sat beside me.
"Hey."
"Hey." I replied.
"Anything new from Zig-Zag?" thats what he called Ziggie.
"I think the Anarchists and the U.S Military have an alliance." I whispered.
This is the first time were stopping. I swear to God I nearly shit myself in fear. We could hear their voices approaching. We were paralyzed in fear but we ducked out of sight as soon as the heavy wooden door slid open. A man stood there examining the insides. His eyes swept past us.
"Hey Fred, you sure made a mess of this one." another man appeared beside him, we wore an old fashioned conductors hat and by God, overalls. I cringed at the major fashion don't.
"Well the guys in Texas won't be happy." he laughed at closed the door so we were once more bathed in darkness. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding . We didn't speak until the train began moving again.
Frank's POV
I didn't really notice but we have been refugees for nearly a month! Were still alive! It is January 20, 2008 today. I can't believe we aren't dead!
I read Ziggies diary alone in Mikey and my corner my our little nest of peoples clothing. I flipped a tattered page to the next entry.
January 10,2008
Today I saw something new at the base. With the green uniformed soldiers, a man wearing black and white but exactly the same style. He met with a general, I knew he was a general because he had a lot of badges. The zebra man had a bunch of papers in his hands. They kept talking about transporting something to Texas. Why there? I don't know but I'm scared.
I closed the book and sat for a moment. I didn't realize how deep in thought I was until Mikey sat beside me.
"Hey."
"Hey." I replied.
"Anything new from Zig-Zag?" thats what he called Ziggie.
"I think the Anarchists and the U.S Military have an alliance." I whispered.