66 Refuge Part 5 (1/2)
Walking home with a big smile on his face was John he had recently got off the train. He wore his Reserve unit uniform it was as neat and clean as the day he got it. The sun was shining brightly in the sky basking people in its warm rays. Barely any clouds were it was a perfect day that had perfect weather.
While strolling down a familiar street John greeted a bunch of acquaintances of his that just as he always does when he sees them. He said hello to a homeless man who had a sleeping bag that looked a lot like the one Desmond had stolen from him. A group of kids that always played in the area, a woman who sold flowers at a corner of a street next to a bakery.
Where John stopped by too great the same baker he always did who worked together with his son. John did this all with the same chipper and upbeat attitude he walks out of his home with every morning.
With freshly baked loaves of bread in hand, John walked all the way towards the massive Memorial wall. Its massive size and intricate network of metal pipes that run throughout the whole structure like veins would intimate many people when they first see it. John wasn't fazed by the sight of the wall or the jumbled mess of homes that protruded out of it.
He was use to the constant shade that made you think it was dark when it was morning. The screeching sound the pipes made whenever someone took a shower or turned on the faucet. The clamor that his neighbors made through the walls. Even the air that the factories nearby made putrid didn't faze him anymore.
When John went inside the building he didn't take one of the elevators because his home was close to the ground. John walked up the cracked stone staircase that had all types of writing on the walls.
Then through a very long seemingly never ending corridor that went on for miles. There were apartments on each side every apartment looked exactly the same with a number to differentiate them. Some people decorated their doors to stand out while others just let the door stay plane.
John walked down the long corridor that had pipes on the ceiling and hasn't been cleaned in who knows how long towards his front door. He stopped the foot away from the door because he saw a man exiting from his home.
John didn't know the man but he knew what he most likely came to John's house for. The man looked like he was a miner. He glanced at John but not for long before he glanced back down at his pants as he finished fixing his belt.
The sweaty man walked right past John didn't spare him a Second Glance while John with the loaves of bread in his hand still had a face. With the unknown man now gone John when's inside his home.
The place was filthy it didn't have much besides a few basic things. A couch in the living room that was next to a TV on a coffee table. The living room was connected to the kitchen that had dishes piled high with a trash can that's was full. straight across from the front door well a hallway that's had three other rooms.
One of the first rooms you would pass by was John's parent's room which was right across from the bathroom. All the way at the end of the hall was John's room.
Once inside John look to his right where are you saw his father sitting on the couch alone. wearing nothing but a tank top and his underwear as he watched TV.
John's father was a fat balding man whose love for gambling was only beaten by his love for alcohol. John as happy as ever announces his presence to his family when he entered the house.
”I'm home, and I bought some bread” sad while holding the bread in the air shaking the bag so everyone could hear it.
”Shut up, your mother just finished working. How do you expect me to watch my shows with all this noise?” John's father didn't even bother turning around you just took a sip of his beer as he flipped through channels.
John didn't say anything as to not disturb his father. He walked towards the counter in the kitchen to place the bread there. Not long after he heard a door opening and someone approaching behind him.
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Turning around to see who it was he wasn't surprised to find out it was his mother. she was butt naked and dripping white stuff from her crotch on to the tiled floor.
There was no need to describe how John felt when he saw his mother approaching him as she was. If someone imagines has their own mother doing the same they would get the picture.