A Lost Epic?
By: Gomp
Don't own GW. I have no utter clue of where this story is going. Im making it up as it goes along. Give's me some means of excitement.
The war is over…yay! Well, yay to most. I remember dreaming of the unreachable possibility of the end of the war….Here it is, and here I am. As greedy as this might be, I miss it. I miss nights of floating in space, or hot days in the desert sun. I miss the sight of a early sunrise by the ocean, the night sky gleaming on a silent battle field. I miss the smells of death and war, and the smile of a empty pleasant thought.
That all might sound sorta crude, but hell, its all I had. And now I'm left with absolutely nothing but a grungy old pick-up truck which is telling me its out of gas.
"Well shit." My voice rang into empty space. I looked out the back window at a tin gas can. Well hallelujah, maybe stealing this truck wasn't such a bad idea. I crawled out of the seat and got the can out of the back. When I felt how empty the can was I could do nothing else but throw the damn thing. The last gas station I had seen was miles from this deserted plain. Why did I decide to stay on this wretched earth!?
It was pretty and had more opportunities. "OH GOD STRICK ME DOWN NOW!"
"Sir, are you alright?" I slowly turned to be greeted with a man who had aged….well horribly. He looked like he was skinner than myself and older than the wild west. "I am…fine. Just slightly frustrated." The strange man smiled at me. Where the hell did this bozo come from?
"This road isn't often traveled on. I presumed your truck had broken down and felt I should stop to see if I could help out." I looked past the man to see his obviously new, well loved, blood red truck. "To be quite frank, I ran out of gas. I thought that I had…" I looked at the tin can I had thrown, "filled that retched can up before I left only to be greeted with it being empty." I gave a desperate hope of a smile. "Sorry," I mentally smacked my self. I can be such a horrible lair. "how embarrassing ."
The old man smiled allowing his wrinkles to tighten up around his mouth. "Don't be silly, I'm sure its not that uncommon of a situation. You should just be happy I saw you and stopped. As far as I know Im one of the only people who even use this road, and Ill admit that I don't use it that often." The old man leaned closer to me to whisper in my ear. "This is the long way home, me and the Mrs.'s had a small disagreement earlier this afternoon. " The man winked at me and walked over to his truck.
"Well I don't have any extra fuel but I can take you back to my place for the night. Tomorrow we'll come back with gas for your truck. Sound good?" I shrugged. Not like I had much else going for me.