Gypsy Child: Chapter One: Wake Up Call
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-for future reference (while irrelevant in this chapter "" = dialogue '' = air quotes ;) -
Five senses: five different ways by which we regard the world. Touch, sight, sound, taste, and smell, interact within the human nervous system to create a sensation. However, in order to create that sensation, there has to be some sort of conversion: a method by which raw electrical impulses are formed into a coherent sense of, well, living. This method; this genetic algorithm, if you would, is instinctive, planted within our very DNA.
It sure makes it a hell of a shock when it hits you without warning.
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How, and where this all started, I couldn't even begin to guess. I simply had no context to put it in. I was lying on my back, eyes open, and considerably sore. The sky above looked rather... grimy, and from what I could feel beneath me, the ground was likely cracked and jagged. All together, the place didn't exactly amount to a great vacation destination. Little did I know how correct that first, and somewhat delerious realization was.
I remember groaning as I got up; I was stiff, and in pain, but the broken stone beneath me wasn't a prime example of comfort. Shaking my head as my body protested, I tried to sort out what was going on. Where was I? What was I doing there? Who was I?
That last question was the one that got me panicking.
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The sky was definitely grimy. There was just no other word for it! It was streaked with dirt-filled clouds, and gave me the sensation of breathing in very, very old smoke. Perhaps though, I should say that the whole place was grimy. You could also call it a dump heap: your choice. The entire landscape was coated with varying types of rubble: Small items that may have once been kitchen appliances that got smashed into a pulp, contrasted with boulders which were over twice my size. It seemed like it -might- have been a city... once upon a time. But if that were the case, then I didn't want to meet whatever kind of thing that could cause this much damage.
But what was it that made me think this way? How could I recall what a city was, and what a ruin of a city might end up looking like, yet be completely unable to remember my own name! I had a name... didn't I?
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Well fuck. After having determined that I was wasting precious daylight just sitting there in shock, I decided to take stock of myself. I had no noticeable injuries, though it felt like my back was somewhat bruised, my temperature felt fairly normal, my eyesight was fine, so it wasn't likely that I had a concussion, and I seemed to be all there. Well, excepting the memory stuff at least. Given, that in itself was somewhat disconcerting, but it wasn't the reason why I was swearing.
After having taken stock of myself, I had decided that I needed to find water, and hopefully some food. Shelter was a somewhat lesser priority, seeing as there was plenty of rubble within easy reach for me to cobble together. While I had seen tracks in the dust and grime which coated, well, everything, I hadn't yet encountered a potential meal. I had, however, found water. Sort of.
The water was just as grimy as the rest of this dismal place. It tasted literally like dirt, and it had a weird smell to it. If this was going to be my only source of water, then whatever god which may or may not exist in this universe truly wanted to fuck with me.
While I could have continued wandering throughout the expansive labyrinth of debris, the light was beginning to fade, and given the situation, it was likely best for me to keep the source of 'water' close by for the night. There was a corner of a building standing nearby, and what looked like a badly bent sheet of metal that I could attach to the top of it. Five star accommodations. Right.
A/N: welcome to my story everyone *bows to the crickets*, please attempt to restrain your criticism to useful, constructive advice, as I would much prefer not getting flamed for my first attempt at free-writing in a depressingly long time.
To clarify a few points before they're asked:
- I have no idea how often I will be updating this: if things go well, then chapters shouldn't be too long in coming. (I just jinxed myself into writers block, didn't I?) say, two or three a month. But no promises!
-Don't worry. The main character will be getting a name in the next chapter, and I figure a description in the chapter after that. ;-)
-I apologize for my rampant use of commas; however, that is simply a result of the way I was taught to write. Sorry.
