forum You're telling me I woke up from the dead 270 years in the future (O/O) OPEN

Started April 09, 2019 by @KalamariCakes

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It was breathing, albeit quick and startled.

Alex slowly picked it up, stroking it gently.

The bird laid limp in his palm, but its spindly legs continued to flex weakly.

He stroked it gently, glancing at his door to make sure his dad wasn't going to suddenly show up and punish him.

Luckily, he could hear his dad eating in his own room. The bird twittered quietly from nervous fear.

(Ooftttttt, sorry I was inactive today, been busy but I'm on holiday now!)
Alex shushed it softly, telling it that it would be okay quietly even though it probably didn't understand.

That's ok!)

Yes, it continued to stress out. But thankfully it was unable to struggle, else it would hurt itself more.

With one hand, Alex crawled out his window, shivering at the cold.

Even though it was upwards of fifty degrees in the summer night, the wind and oncoming rain lowered it to the forties. Chilly compared to the blazing days.

He made sure his coat was wrapped around him as he set off to find a good place to set the bird down.

The city lights blotched out every celestial light spare for the weak moon. Even in nightfall it felt like everything was still awake; it was almost unsettling, stressful, how everything is always so busy.

Alex kept walking, wanting to get as far away from the city as he possibly could. Well, he tried, at least.

The effort felt painfully useless. Alex's neighborhood was only surrounded by more city, larger buildings, more lights.

Alex hummed in thought for a few moments. I could go to the graveyard… that’s quiet…

Maybe Hailey was awake still. She could drive him there.

Or he could just steal his dads car keys, a risk but he could do it. And he did, running back to the house, bird now tucked safely into his shirt pocket and grabbed the car keys, quickly driving off in the car and towards the graveyard.

The starling seemed to take a liking to the soft safety of the shirt pocket. The exhausted little creature actually fell asleep there.

He smiled down at the bird for a moment as he drove, soon enough he arrived at the graveyard. He parked and climbed out, heading towards the graves.

Hailey was right; fireflies were all over, hovering and blinking their lush green lights. The graveyard was in the middle of a historical nature park. A huge territory almost directly in the middle of the city and yet here, the light pollution couldn't turn the night sky dirty purple.

Alex looked around in wonder, asking himself why he hadn't though to come here before. He sat down in front of what looked to be an old gravestone and gently lifted the bird out the pocket.

The bird opened its eyes sleepily. It was hard to see in the dark, with only a quarter moon to light up his surroundings.

Gently, he placed the bird down on the ground, smiling softly at it, "Here you are." He said quietly.

The starling flared open its wings to perch on top of the gravestone. It gave him a long look, that could be perceived as gratefulness.

Alex's smile grew a little, "You're welcome, friend."