Observation In High School

An old tower in the distance crests over the tall trees. Driving the truck along the dirt path Taylor followed the glimpses of it whenever he could. It was dark and the moonlight offered no help as the leafy trees above held it at bay, only the headlights shone through the darkness among the trees. At the gates of the massive cemetery he stopped the truck, almost in awe of it as the headlights, which are on full beam, almost faded back into the darkness. But at the end of the beam, just, was the church which stood in the center of the cemetery. As he got out of the car he left the lights on just so he could see where he was going. The moonlight now helped as the trees were kept at bay by the circular fence surrounding the cemetery.

He questioned internally. It made no sense to him. Only one part made sense to him, “They will struggle. They will fall. They will die.” He replayed what he remembered all the way up the coble stone steps of the spiral staircase heading to the top of the high tower. The walls are damp and exude dark moisture that brought with it its own sickly odor to the gathering. At the top of the tower was a window that faced west, and at the window Taylor stood staring at the city illuminated among the darkness. He’d guess that it was lucky to survive the EMP attacks if he was an idiot, but there was plenty of cities built or refurbished by Hammond and Grayson Tech. Most of which were on the east side but it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility that they also provided a hub on the west coast. That area glowing wasn’t a city, it was county. Santa Barbara, although you’d never guess by how many skyscrapers were erected in a once flat county if you didn’t count the mountains. The view was puzzling as the next image he was to follow was of a window with skyscrapers in the distance beyond. He had no idea what the hell was going on and it began a small, yet fucking nagging headache that would last for hours to come.