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Running away from home was tommy’s least favourite activity. He didnt mean to, of course he didnt mean to, tommy did not want to run away. If anything he was working towards getting back home, he had been gone for maybe ten minutes and it was already terrifying. Tommy did not mean to run away. But none the less there he stood on the surface.
The surface was the last place that tommy wanted to be. There were bad, horrible, scary things on the surface. Tommy needed to get home, and he needed to get home fast.
What bad, horrible, and scary things were on the surface tommy wasnt sure of but he was told there were. He needed to stay underground, needed to stay in his home. His borough. He needed to stay in bumblevill.
Now tommy couldnt exactly lie and say living in bumblevill was amazing, he really didnt like it at all, but it was safe. And when the first thing tommy heard when he started to crawl out of the giant crater he found himself in was howls of wolves? Safe was as good as it was going to get.
It was the middle of the day, tommy was trying to feel safe but the crumbling buildings around the massive crater was making it hard. The tunnel he had stumbled out of lead to the crater. There were smashed pieces of wood and glass stuck in the ground, the area seemed to have been covered in grass before whatever happened there. Tommy had a clue of what happened there. He was almost certain he was standing in the remains of rosemarie.
Rosemarie was a cautionary tale to all of the kids in the boroughs. What tommy had been taught was rosemarie tried to work with the silents on the surface and got destroyed. Silents that were on the surface. silents that were most likely trying to hunt tommy down already.
He could guess he was in the silent city. there were crumbling buildings around the area, tommy didnt know that concrete could mold. There were still howls in the distance, he felt himself shaking slightly but couldnt tell if it was from fear or from the cold. His white short sleeve wasnt doing anything against the cold of fresh air.
The silents were going to get him. Tommy didnt know where he could go. They could probably smell him- his mother always told him silents could smell fear. God he must have been reaking of it at that point.
Tommy was frozen in place before movement caught his eye, looking up to the top of the crater. There was a figure up there that appeared to be younger than him. They were staring down but tommy couldnt discern anything about them. All he could tell was the boy had a wooden staff and was looking at him. Tommy almost tried to run back into the tunnel he came from before hearing the boy call out to him.
“Need any help down there?”