The Drifter and The Neon-lit Jungle
Another one for @zoanluen's Dance With The Dead AU and this time, it's only now Drifter. I have ideas here but I have to write up to see where it goes.
Enjoy!
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The way air was rushing by is filling his ears, neon colors shining and blurry white that was surrounded by them as goggles rested neatly over his eyes as short cyan blue hair flowed wildly with the winds as motorbike ran as far as it carried him. Seemingly like he has somewhere to be than on the road with other grounded vehicles in the slum part of the city.
Hover cars are considered the property of the rich of the higher class above as he spotted something to his left, he turned the bike by the handles and soon he was on a truck with the back haphazardly lowered to nearly touching the asphalt, it acted as a makeshift ramp as he jumped over the lane that was being crowded by other cars and there could be no room for a motorbike to squeeze through if he haven't thought quite quickly.
One destination is on his mind right now. He doesn't have a name long since he lost the right to have one after a mother and brother of his were killed off by the High Heaven Council due to his mother's "treason" against the Law. He knew since as a child, she was speaking out the proposed genocide of the slum for population control because she was a human rights activist but it was sin that broke the Law in their eyes.
Reason why he was the only one left alive is because a man of the Lower class had managed to stunk him out of family home and found refuge in an underground society: People of both higher and lower that doesn't have very good words to say about the council who were formed by the First King after the Malaise outbreak had broken out. And since then, it was corrupt to him and the Resistance but pure in the eyes of the People. He was given a word that he cannot count as a name but will be referred to as.
The Drifter.
The Drifter does not want to spare time to recall the death of his family that took away his childhood or the very recent death of one of their own and body disposed off somewhere far away from this shithole of a City. All he desire is going to the place where he will make a dent to the High Heavenly Council but he had been warned that there might be an obscure in the way.
A few guards here and there but they will inform the Righteous Hand of the Father if they spotted something out of the ordinary. He had looked on the blueprints of the building he was going for and after a few hours of research, he had came up with a way to get inside without being seen.
The sewers. the building is connected to the sewers, Many of this city thought that building was a waste station for trash or, most likely being used as a disposal to destroy the bodies ridden with an aggressive, mutated form of the Malaise virus but he knows the opposite use of it.
The Drifter then made a sudden turned into an alleyway and then stopping once he got to the end of the line. Right where a sewer lid is.
He pulled the dark hot pink goggles off of his eyes, looking at the lid, this has come up to this. He needs to know why there is an mutated version of the Malaise virus that had been going around recently.
