The shadows of the early afternoon hid her as she moved away from the open window she had entered though and slowly towards a boy who was sitting on the floor. She knew this boy with long brown hair and deep blue eyes. He was the last one who had known her, the last to give up. She hadn’t seen him since that day, that moment. Before that moment he had been full of life and was emotionally strong enough to survive all the hardships that were thrown at him. But now his eyes were clouded and glassy. His beautiful, though un-kept, hair had been cut. She could barely tell he was alive for how still he was. To see him in the state he was in now saddened her to the core.
His tormentors were gone from the room, but not for long. They never left him for long. She had to move quickly, but quietly, as quiet as the boy was. She moved from the corner she was hiding in and went up to him.
There was no reaction from him even though he was staring in her direction. She didn’t expect there to be, not after all that had happened to him since last year. She stopped and looked towards the door to see if they were coming back. She waited a moment but she didn’t hear them come near the door. They were probably having dinner, which usually took then a few minutes. Quickly deciding that she had time she turned back to him and gently picked him up off the floor. Then she walked back to the open window from which she had entered though. It angered her so much that they knew that he was so far-gone that they could leave the window opened and he wouldn’t even attempted to escape. They may not have done this to him but they were just as guilty for taking advantage of him instead of helping him. But she knew that the human race no longer had kindness or charity, and knowing that fact made her depression grow greater.
She jumped out of the first story window and slowly walked though the cluttered backyard, carefully avoided the mounds of dirt that signified new graves. In this time of ever-present fear, death was a common occurrence. The bodies buried so nonchalantly, with out any remorse or sadness that it had obviously had become just a chore instead of what it should have been. Once she got to the gate she stopped for a brief moment to put Duo back in place for he had slipped a little. Just at that moment she heard as the door of the room opened. They were checking on him! She panicked and shoved opened the gate quickly and ran through. The gate door slammed hard into the gate wall making a huge thud noise.
She didn’t need to look back to hear them realizing what was happening and to start running after her. It was then she realized how hard it was to run carrying someone, but she refused to give up. The fate of humanity was in her hands. She kept running through the streets of the colony until she got to the crowded spaceport, with them close behind her.
She thought hard about what to do as she ran through the massive crowd, carefully avoiding the many OZ soldiers scattered about.
Then an idea struck her, and a plan was set in motion in her head. She looked for the nearest isolated OZ solider, and saw one at an entrance to an OZ building.
She slowed her pace so that they could just about catch up then she rammed into the guard and jumped over him when he fell down. And according to her plan, they were about to get her when the guard got up and wanted to take his anger out on the first person he saw. OZ soldier’s tempers were short and the rally did care who suffered. They didn’t knock him over, but he was very angry. Now she didn’t have to run. The guard kept them there and forgot about her.
She got out of sight quickly. She went down an empty alley to take a breather. When she felt rested, she readjusted how she was holding Duo and set off. She walked for a long while away from the space port, until she arrived into an area that quite easily could have been called a slum, but in the current age being in a slum was doing well. She entered one of the buildings and went to the back. She opened a door labeled custodian, went in and closed the door behind her. There was nothing inside there. She leaned Duo to one side and reached above the doorframe. She pulled on a secret trigger and a second door opened in the back wall. She went through and closed the door behind her. In this room was a shuttle dock complete with one small shuttle.
She went into the shuttle, and put Duo’s limp body in the co-pilot seat, She sat down in the pilot’s seat, and got ready for take-off.
This was the hardest part, getting away from this place. She readied the gun to shoot out the old airlock that was rusted shut. (Part of the reason why it had never been found.) When the gun was ready, she blasted it away and took off quickly. Alarms blared out from everywhere, triggered by her attempt to escape and OZ mobile suits came to deny her an exit. She started firing at them all, barely keeping an edge over them. The fight lasted only a few moments longer, as she kicked in the long forgotten overdrive. She heard over her speakers the soldiers’ comments.
And she hear another say:
She smiled as she left the range of her attackers, knowing that she had escaped OZ for the moment since they only had short-range ships. Her goal was one step closer to being achieved. She set a course for home.
