The sweat covered handle of the briefcase in his right hand kept slipping from his grip. In it was the presentation of his life’s work, neatly prepared to convince a board of executives to see his invention as the future of travel and the salvation of the environment.
The Castle on the Hill. They say it has the world’s most skilled archers keeping a constant watch. If so, they would have spotted us by now.
The abandoned store gave him an uneasy feeling, as if the windows had eyes. He checked his GPS, which displayed an error of having no satellite connection, but he didn’t want to wait.
I gaze over the concrete wall that stretches for miles, encircling us. It is there to remind us of where the electric barrier and our incarceration begins. They are scared of us.
He walked over to his computer. All he had to do was press the “Enter” key and the entire city would be under his control, held hostage until they returned his patents.