Dr Sam Wilson (machinesrus) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2019-08-29 19:23:00 |
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Sam hated the city. He'd grown up in New York, sure, but that had been a long time ago - before DC was cratered, before Ultimatum, before the tall buildings began to feel like a threat. Running didn't help despite his insistence on getting one in at least five days a week. He'd fall into a rhythm easily enough, let his mind start to drift, but inevitably it would get tangled up in all those ominous, oppressive pillars, giving him the unnerving feeling like he was running from something that he could never manage to pull ahead of. It was good motivation, but not exactly relaxing. Even Central Park wasn't really enough to make him forget where he was, still too much light pollution for him to see the stars when he lay on his back on the grass staring up at the black. He wanted to be up there-- or, he wanted to be up above the Amazon, or the Helmand desert, or anywhere that let him pretend that he was the only person left in the world instead of just (almost, close enough to be a rounding error) the only person left from his world. |