Part 3
"Name please" Said a voice as Trudy and Amber stepped down off the truck.
"Trudy" she sniffed and carried on but was stopped mid-step.
"And the child?"
"Brady"
"Ok, next? Your name and the baby's please" The Techno inquired as Amber stepped off the truck.
"I'm Amber and this is Bray" she replied wearily.
After that they were taken to a small tent and told to rest. They were given something to eat and some medicine, and some milk for the babies. "Excuse me?" said Amber when a Techno came in to check on them, "Do you know if I can find anyone here it's just that I've lost…I've lost a friend." The Techno smiled.
"The father?" she inquired. Amber blushed.
"Yes" she sighed.
"I'll have a look for you, what's his name and what does he look like?" she was being kind; it was strange.
"His name is Bray, he has dark hair and dark eyes, he was wearing a silver string vest and he will recognize this." She described and handed the Techno her father's ring, the token of their love. "Please don't lose it. It's the only thing I remember him by. I have to find out whether he is dead or alive." She pleaded, tears running down her face smudging the already half-smudged war paint. The Techno promised she would try and find him not realising how easy it would be…
* * * *
Bray couldn't sleep. He'd been sleeping for five days in a row and he wanted to get up and walk about. So he did. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, found his top and jacket and pulled them on and stood up. It hurt for him to move and as he stood up he put his hand on his stomach and headed to the exit of the tent. There were a few dimly lit lights but apart from that it was dark. He saw a few trucks and guessed that they had bought more people here. He started to walk around and breathed in the fresh air. He saw very few people moving about. Bray continued walking and as he almost reached his tent he saw someone crawling out of a tent. He didn't know why he looked at this person, there were about seven or eight others walking about but this person just seemed special. He approached the silhouette. Could it be?
"Name please" Said a voice as Trudy and Amber stepped down off the truck.
"Trudy" she sniffed and carried on but was stopped mid-step.
"And the child?"
"Brady"
"Ok, next? Your name and the baby's please" The Techno inquired as Amber stepped off the truck.
"I'm Amber and this is Bray" she replied wearily.
After that they were taken to a small tent and told to rest. They were given something to eat and some medicine, and some milk for the babies. "Excuse me?" said Amber when a Techno came in to check on them, "Do you know if I can find anyone here it's just that I've lost…I've lost a friend." The Techno smiled.
"The father?" she inquired. Amber blushed.
"Yes" she sighed.
"I'll have a look for you, what's his name and what does he look like?" she was being kind; it was strange.
"His name is Bray, he has dark hair and dark eyes, he was wearing a silver string vest and he will recognize this." She described and handed the Techno her father's ring, the token of their love. "Please don't lose it. It's the only thing I remember him by. I have to find out whether he is dead or alive." She pleaded, tears running down her face smudging the already half-smudged war paint. The Techno promised she would try and find him not realising how easy it would be…
* * * *
Bray couldn't sleep. He'd been sleeping for five days in a row and he wanted to get up and walk about. So he did. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, found his top and jacket and pulled them on and stood up. It hurt for him to move and as he stood up he put his hand on his stomach and headed to the exit of the tent. There were a few dimly lit lights but apart from that it was dark. He saw a few trucks and guessed that they had bought more people here. He started to walk around and breathed in the fresh air. He saw very few people moving about. Bray continued walking and as he almost reached his tent he saw someone crawling out of a tent. He didn't know why he looked at this person, there were about seven or eight others walking about but this person just seemed special. He approached the silhouette. Could it be?