username: MotherMother
kalon name: Ryder
Kalon gender: male
writing:"I... I... I just can't do it anymore, Ryder! You're on your own!"
Danton stumbled backwards, his eyes glinting in the streetlights.
Ryder sneered. "So, after all this time? You never were on my side, were you?" He said, eyes narrowed through the slit of his black skimask.
"This is too far. You shouldn't be doing this," Danton pleaded, now clutching Ryder's arm.
Ryder ripped free of his grip. "Get out of here. If I see you again..."
Danton turned tail and slunk into the darkness, camouflaging with the debris of the ruined city. He was a good teammate to have. The only one in the team other than Ryder who survived the explosion.
Ryder bit back that memory. The plan had gone wrong, and it was all his fault. Four were dead. Kalons he knew, he talked with, he had deals with.
And now he had no one.
He turned and crept towards a dimly lit building, ash skewing his vision. The air stunk of pollution. The apocalypse was not an easy setting to survive.
Ryder's cloak was as black as night. He crunched over some broken glass and bit back a yelp. He stood against the wall near the doorway, and slowly... cautiously... he peeked in.
He saw them. Five Kalons warming their paws around a fire. They bore scars of past battles protecting their stash. And what was their treasure? Gold? Diamonds?
Food.
It was hard to come by. And while others foraged, explored cellars, and hunted the scarce prey animals that remained, Ryder stole. It was the only thing he was good at, anyway.
He thought of Danton. "Let him starve" he quietly snarled.
Ryder readied himself, and gripped his machete. He would do anything to survive this cruel world.
He burst in with a roar.
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