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The Walker: A Narrative Fiction

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My face hardens and my entire body grows tense. “Yeah.” Flich shakes his head, his expression hard as well. “My mother was killed by a demon when I was young. People in here; they don’t understand what it’s like out there. They think there’s justice and order, but there’s not. Not for humans.” “And there’s never going to be, unless someone stands up to them…” “And manages not to get shot,” Flich flashes a smile and I smirk a bit, but I hide it. He yanks out the last hanging wire and begins to pull them out. “That’s it. Walker’s turn.” I inch out after him, dragging some of the wires with me. I place the wires in a pile, before stretching, happy to be out of small space and not so close to another person. Walker places a hand on Flich’s shoulder. “You …show more content…

“I think so and this kid is keeper.” He suddenly pulls me to him and gives me a nogy like a bigger brother would do to his little brother. I push myself away from him, brushing my shirt off. “Don’t touch me.” This only makes him laugh, clearly feeling happier. “Well what are you waiting for?” he asks Walker. “Your turn.” The old man grumbles, before sliding a box of wires and electric tape under the generator. He pulls himself under with some grunts. He also has a few tools and a standing flashlight. He takes up most of the room under the generator and I can’t see how we’re going to be able to help him. There’s barely enough room for me to fit under there with him and that’s if we don’t want to move around. “Shouldn’t we help me, or something?” I question, sitting down and bringing my knees to my chest. Flich waves a hand of disagreement, sitting next to me. “Nah, he’ll be fine, besides there’s no room for us under there now. The old man’s too …show more content…

“At least, I like tight places.” “Hey!” Flich exclaims, offended. I crack at smile at the dirty joke, unable to stop myself and Flich instantly notices. “Oh, so you can

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