What if? What if I die? What if I get hurt? What if? That's my punchline. I think.
I'm Prancer. My brothers are Donner, Cupid, Blitzen and Dasher. You got the rest of my brothers but you get the idea. Each of us was born on christmas. Each and every one of us. My parents didn't seem to notice me much. What if? What if I was born a boy? The rest where boys what if I was?
I was pulled back to reality, my what ifs silent as Damian rested a hand on my shoulder. A noticeable breathing abnormality came from my mask. The raid was going to begin.
I looked up at him as he then left me sitting in my room. I stood, approaching the desk with the mirror shattered long ago. History had beaten the desk fill it lay with bricks to support the uneven legs with tape covering it head to tor to insure the wood stuck together. Still, wood is rather rare. What if it was not that way? What if humanity had not poisoned the earth. My hands worked on memory. I had noticed my stuff already being prepared as I rested my bottles, canisters, grenades, bombs and everything. I then rushed outside. Only a few more things needed to be prepared as I viewed the area. Boxes loaded onto trucks. People shouted over each other as some began boarding the beds of the massive things. I have always loved trucks. I got the good spots being with my tactics.
I quickly darted, ducking under boxes lifted by others. Around conversations and above obstacles. I panted as I arrived, my massive jacket had not helped much and neither did the mask but what can you do if your own weapons would kill you. What if I had not worn a mask? That would be interesting. I would not be here. I arrived at the door. The massive metal door in front of me as I stepped onto the little addition to the side, a metal board that carried passengers. I was small enough for both feet to rest on the board unlike others as I held the chain that dangled from the roof of the truck.
"Hey, kid." I heard a man? He seemed a bit young as I'll turned my gaze to the inside of the truck. "What do you think your doing? That spot is for us adults going out in the raid."
"This 'kid' can beat you to the curve when and where ever I want." I replied, it was more of a joking manor if anything. "I'm Prancer, if you look at the plans given to only the drivers and organizers you will see I am supposed to be here. "
"Hey, bratty. Get off before I call someone to remove you." He spoke as if he had some kind of power, his eyes wandering as he then lifted the white plastic, looking at the labels and engravings that had been done by hand. He then went quiet. Resting the sheet of plastic onto the side where it had been kept.
I had won, but nobody else. As I inspected the area it seemed they where only now inspecting the last box and people where loading on. My perception was then being moved to the side like one of those things called a slide show. Holding on to the chain as I was pulled back slightly, the chain rattling as I turned back to see the gates opening to the city. Gray filled the air, only a few of us wore masks, the younger ones or people who haven't been born into it. What if I wasn't 12? What if I was born here? I must put that out of my mind. We continued. Only the bones of the dead, the buildings and the street remained. The Windows to the truck remained closed. Still even born into this air doesn't make you immune.
I looked ahead, my rabbit eared headband felt a bit strange as the wire inside the ears jumped and rattled. As the grey air began to slowly clear things where easy to see, small stores open with very few people around. Getting late there was not much going on yet. It was still early.
I yawned. Much of the trip is left. I wrapped the chain around my waist as I then pushed my hand through a gap in the handle and trucks metal surface as I leaned against it. I closed my eyes as things around me got a bit quiet.