03-01-2017, 06:27 AM
(It's perfect. I don't mind dark. )
Over the last little bit the world had kind of lost it, everything had gone crazy and it was hard to trust anything anymore. Still, he wanted to believe that it could get better that there was the faintest possibility that even with the ever drooping population and the resources that only continued to be less every day that maybe somehow things could get better. That was the way Gear had come to think, or at least tried to for the sake of his children because this was not the kind of world he wanted them to be born into. Yet he knew that they would be and there was nothing he could do about it.
It was that thought that kept him up so late, that and the fact that the twins refused to stop kicking long enough for Gear to fall asleep. He sighed in frustration but really there wasn't anything he could do about it. At the moment he had a small fire going in the fire place and he was sitting back with a book in the arm chair trying to relax. He was alone here but by now Gear had become used to it and he shied away from people. He didn't trust them. To many were desperate and that made them both dangerous and a risk to him and the babies. The only time he left his house was when he needed supplies, wich in all honesty was becoming more often because supplies was getting harder and harder to find and he was running out quickly.
Gear had just turned the page on the book he was reading when he heard someone at the door, for a moment his whole body froze and he truned his head to look at it. Someone was there, Gear stood to his feet with a bit of effort he made his way over tilting his head. He stood silently on the other side for a long few moments. "Whos there?" He growled his voice ruff and almost threatening. He could not yet see the other male but he was not about to just open the door to look.
Over the last little bit the world had kind of lost it, everything had gone crazy and it was hard to trust anything anymore. Still, he wanted to believe that it could get better that there was the faintest possibility that even with the ever drooping population and the resources that only continued to be less every day that maybe somehow things could get better. That was the way Gear had come to think, or at least tried to for the sake of his children because this was not the kind of world he wanted them to be born into. Yet he knew that they would be and there was nothing he could do about it.
It was that thought that kept him up so late, that and the fact that the twins refused to stop kicking long enough for Gear to fall asleep. He sighed in frustration but really there wasn't anything he could do about it. At the moment he had a small fire going in the fire place and he was sitting back with a book in the arm chair trying to relax. He was alone here but by now Gear had become used to it and he shied away from people. He didn't trust them. To many were desperate and that made them both dangerous and a risk to him and the babies. The only time he left his house was when he needed supplies, wich in all honesty was becoming more often because supplies was getting harder and harder to find and he was running out quickly.
Gear had just turned the page on the book he was reading when he heard someone at the door, for a moment his whole body froze and he truned his head to look at it. Someone was there, Gear stood to his feet with a bit of effort he made his way over tilting his head. He stood silently on the other side for a long few moments. "Whos there?" He growled his voice ruff and almost threatening. He could not yet see the other male but he was not about to just open the door to look.