#Hi_from_reality

Art&concept by Ol Albireo

Feel free to write your stories and name arts.

You also can do not only write, but draw, sing, create music and sculptures, translate into other languages you learn for practicing (and never simplify text when you translate it!). Show us that you did.

I tried to focus my eyes, but reality remained blurred. I'm like in a room. The back of the head hurts. Someone hit me on the head. Damn gangs. But these are people, not evil spirits. Evil doesn't hit you in the head.

-Woke up, - I heard a voice.

I shook my head, but there was no one in the room. It's a warehouse, already empty, I guessed.

The group and I made another round, went to the store ... well, we went to the store, because there were coordinates that the Sea gave me. I reached for the tourniquet around my neck. He was right there. Somehow it became easier and I breathed a sigh of relief.

-What do you need? - I was able to speak. It looks like I came to my senses and was out for a short time. Only the back of the head ached, and then the pain subsided. I was thirsty, I saw a bottle of water near me, but I did not drink. You never know. You could always drink from a tourniquet.

-Question is what do you need? -the voice asked mockingly.

-We are just survivors, going around the city, in search of all the necessary things and surviving people,- I explained.

Probably a man lived here, a survivor. Scared that we are a gang.

-There are many of us, we settled down well, if you want, go with us, - I continued, - we are not a gang.

-You've been following me around for months. What do you need?

-I don’t follow anyone…- I said in surprise.

The tourniquet suddenly trembled and somehow joyfully slipped from the neck, heading for the door.

-Sure? - they didn’t believe it there, - aren't you looking for me, right?

And then it hit me. This is probably the same person that Sea is looking for. Crap.

What to do? To tell him everything or lie?

I heard a laugh. Apparently, the speaker saw me, although he was standing outside the door.

-Do not follow me anymore, otherwise you will not get by with a slap on the back of the head. The door is on a timer, it will open in ten minutes.

-Stop! - I shouted, - I will say, do not leave!

Water splashed into the airtight door. But the door did not have time to become unclean, so the water could not harm it. I thought so.

Cat in the window. AlbireoMKG

https://d30womf5coomej.cloudfront.net/a/75/9c0dcaee-e2a5-49c5-a9e8-eb172cd20024.jpg