Ash 12, 4621¤
The dream started like a terrible need for a fix. Miki held in her arms her wiggling new born grateful for the day. The baby crumbled into ashes in her arms covering her completely in black soot. It was right after that the horrible sinking feeling set in. All of a sudden her world crumbled to ashes and everything in her path was gone. She was faced with a bright, white light that shimmered and pulsed. When she reached out to touch it the wastelands appeared and she began walking, that was the rest of her dream. Walking in the Badland's nothingness until a dust storm blew the image away and woke Miki up.
Miki sat later in the day on Pogma's porch resting on a rocking chair in the lavish cities' slums. She was chewing on a piece of straw as she pondered what the world was coming to. Why everywhere did the corrupted rule over the weak, was it what made the weak and the strong themselves? She remembered with a shudder a word filled with so much promise and fortune, she would never be back there. Scratching her side she chewed on her straw as a couple passed by giggling. The world was sure safe outside of the Badlands. It was a miracle more from the Badlands didn't come and set up shop here. But that would be what the Candor was for. How could a rancid Badlander filled with psychosis and hate ever stand up against a Darvainian prude? It seemed impossible that she would be able to meet their match but kept pondering how she could schmooze her way up the ranks in Amoren.
Another day was gone on this side of Atharen as the sun dipped its heels beneath the townhomes. A hand pressed to her back jarring Miki from her thoughts, it was Pogma with some lentil stew. Miki ate it gratefully as Pogma went back inside, the sound of the door signaling her departure. Miki finished her cup and placed it in the sink inside without washing it, then left the building. She was looking for a seedy bar or house party or something out of the ordinary to catch her eye. She wanted that in, Hector was great sure, but he was just the filling. It was a lustful need for more and more that drove her into the streets that night. This hour was when the freaks came out and she was one of them.
