From Here to Walkovia
Apr. 15th, 2008 01:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
averygoodun42Thursday night I was traveling in the west. I was so far west, the mountains were to the east. Below the mountains was a vast, vast plain, flat as a pancake and washed of any saturation thanks to the harsh midday sun.
As I was traveling back east, I came across a book, "From Here to Walkovia." I realized I might be in the area, and spread out my map. Sure enough, if I headed north just a bit, I could travel along the same path and drive through Walkovia myself.
Of course, no dream is complete without a bit of intrigue. As I set out north toward the mountain hook that cut off the northern route, I came into the knowledge that there was a cavern halfway between there and Walkovia with twenty kittens trapped inside. They had been enclosed in there by a man of questionable morals and ideas, though his original intention had been to protect them by isolation.
Somehow, we became privy to a plan to collapse the cavern, crushing all the poor kittens inside. It was obvious, from that point on, that we needed to rescue them.
We raced toward the cavern, feeling time tick away as we retreated from the mountain. Fifty miles flew by, and soon there it was. In the middle of the flat, flat land, there was a bump, a rocky outcropping that was far too distant from the mountains to be a foothill or even the remains of an ancient flood. We approached with caution, but we were alone in the harsh, dry land.
The mound was made up of used concrete, like the broken remains of big buildings' foundations. It looked foreign in the landscape, but it had been there long enough for the landscape to start taking over, with the straw grass growing in the cracks and hollows, softening it, masking the foreign-ness.
We quickly set to work, found the entrance to the cavern and started evacuating, only when we got inside, we found that along with the twenty kittens, there were seven children, siblings, hidden there as well. We got them out, counting as we went, making sure we had everyone accounted for.
As I was doing the last check, I came across a window-like hole on the other side of the cavern, with an incredible view of the mountain hook to the north. Time was running out, so I ran to fetch my camera and then back inside to take a picture of mountain cut across by the dead tree limbs.
Right after I took the first shot, I saw dust rise from the low side of the mountain, and I knew the crazy man had set off a bomb and created a man-made earthquake. The shockwave would be hitting us any second, collapsing the cavern. I took one more shot of the view and then ran for the exit, knowing it would come tumbling down in no time at all.
As I was traveling back east, I came across a book, "From Here to Walkovia." I realized I might be in the area, and spread out my map. Sure enough, if I headed north just a bit, I could travel along the same path and drive through Walkovia myself.
Of course, no dream is complete without a bit of intrigue. As I set out north toward the mountain hook that cut off the northern route, I came into the knowledge that there was a cavern halfway between there and Walkovia with twenty kittens trapped inside. They had been enclosed in there by a man of questionable morals and ideas, though his original intention had been to protect them by isolation.
Somehow, we became privy to a plan to collapse the cavern, crushing all the poor kittens inside. It was obvious, from that point on, that we needed to rescue them.
We raced toward the cavern, feeling time tick away as we retreated from the mountain. Fifty miles flew by, and soon there it was. In the middle of the flat, flat land, there was a bump, a rocky outcropping that was far too distant from the mountains to be a foothill or even the remains of an ancient flood. We approached with caution, but we were alone in the harsh, dry land.
The mound was made up of used concrete, like the broken remains of big buildings' foundations. It looked foreign in the landscape, but it had been there long enough for the landscape to start taking over, with the straw grass growing in the cracks and hollows, softening it, masking the foreign-ness.
We quickly set to work, found the entrance to the cavern and started evacuating, only when we got inside, we found that along with the twenty kittens, there were seven children, siblings, hidden there as well. We got them out, counting as we went, making sure we had everyone accounted for.
As I was doing the last check, I came across a window-like hole on the other side of the cavern, with an incredible view of the mountain hook to the north. Time was running out, so I ran to fetch my camera and then back inside to take a picture of mountain cut across by the dead tree limbs.
Right after I took the first shot, I saw dust rise from the low side of the mountain, and I knew the crazy man had set off a bomb and created a man-made earthquake. The shockwave would be hitting us any second, collapsing the cavern. I took one more shot of the view and then ran for the exit, knowing it would come tumbling down in no time at all.
