He was really tired this time. Coshzmo recently fixed the last customer's radio, and was exhausted. He didn't really feel like hunting down another marketplace or merchant shop that stocked exotic bird, like hummingbird fillet, or grilled ostrich. But he had to. He telepathically shut off the flickering lights and exited the building through a hatch that led to the surface. He sighed, then led his aching body up the ladder that was missing a few bars. He made it to the top and looked out the manhole to the former New York. Crumbling buildings housed people and rats, while the richer people got houses in fairly good condition. He lifted himself onto the streets and went on walking down an alley, being especially careful not to step in the puddles that contained purple goo. Uncle Arbitory did it... had to get his whole leg amputated, thought Coshzmo, automatically going through a patch of shrubbery to reveal a metal cube, the metal different colors with many nails in it, the roof a strong, flat plastic material. Coshzmo sighed," Home sweet home."
Fri Mar 13, 2015 7:22 pm by Guest
