October Monologue

Isolated in a crater, surrounded by deep green mountains, sat Huoron, a squat little town of just over two thousand. On the outskirts lie quaint little cottages with outhouses that were empty now, only to be filled in the summer when people try to escape the ball and chain of modern life. The pure, untainted green of the forest seemed to draw less and less people as the attraction of nature became less and less desirable. As you look further in, the cottage scene is corrupted with dotted factories and tall, nameless buildings that loomed, almost pretentiously, over the humble homes of the little people.

Rory Langley was a normal man, about to turn twenty-eight in two months time. He led a normal life, worked at a normal desk job, had a normal house on 32nd Street, left of the local barber shop, and had no serious relationship, so no wife and kids. Every day, driving home, he drove past the dark buildings that only men in dark sunglasses and dark suits entered, from their dark, tinted cars. They have always shown no emotion, had perfect posture, and impeccably neat suits. He wondered time and time again, fruitlessly without an answer, as to what went on in these buildings. They were unmarked, had no name, …show more content…
He got up and looked around. Where am I? He searched around for something that would give him indication as to where he might be. Nothing. Nothing besides a red bowl filled with scarlet apples. This was all very curious. Even more curious was the lack of a door, or any escape opportunity. He knocked around the walls for a while, intent on finding a spade where he would be able to barge through unhindered be extra material. He found it. Stepping back about five paces, he braced himself for a charge. He started running full-on towards the wall but something was wrong. He wasn't running anymore. He was in mid-air and hit his head. He went unconscious