Disclaimer: Me no own The Tribe, or anything related. Expect for the S1-DVD-
box, that is.
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PART 1 LOOKING FOR A GOOD FUTURE
Green eyes looked down on the allegory of concrete and asphalt, cradled between the brown cliffs, the green hills and the blue ocean. Grey seemed to be a natural colour for what lay in between.
The young man, tall and with a closely-shaved head, felt nostalgia take over and a smile crept upon his face as he thought about the good times he used to have in this city. His friends, his family, highschool. Would anyone down there still remember him? The little brothers and sisters maybe, that he had send to other tribes, hoping they would be taken good care of.
Would anyone remember his face? Three years had passed since he had left this place. Three years since he decided it would was better for him to stay in the forest. He was still young, but pretty much a grown-up when the virus broke out; he was scared to get infected.
So he left, an old friend that he considered a little brother by his side. They moved around, and took people with them. A lost boy with no family or friends at all. A young woman, not much more than a child, who had just found out she was pregnant. And eventually they had stumbled on a pathetic excuse for a tribe. Those kids had gathered in the forest, and they had been looking for a leader. And he was the perfect leader.
"Zion."
The young man looked up when he heard a low female voice call his name.
Kera, the only other person in the tribe with some leader-capacities, stood right behind him, her face decorated with a cheery smile. There was a golden sparkle in her hazelcoloured eyes and her long brown curly hair with orange highlights bounced as she walked towards him, dancing along with her mood.
She looked down on the city, and smiled. "You know, I've actually been here before. For the kickboxing-championship. I was only like eight years old and I pretty much ended last. Never thought I'd ever get back here,"Kera said. The young woman didn't seem the slightest bit nervous about what was to come. But that was just in her nature. Always easy-going.
Zion smiled. "Never thought I'd get back here either,"he said.
"You think the virus has passed over?"Kera asked.
"Pretty sure. I wouldn't be coming back here if I could still get sick,"Zion said.
"What are we waiting for then?"Kera asked enthusiastic. "Let's go get the others, and introduce this city to the Argonauts."
*
A seventeen year old girl sat on a rock, clearly bored out of her skull. Thick black hair with blue stripes framed her porcelain-coloured face. She wore black leather pants, a grey top and a brown denim jacket, and military boots were on the feet she wiggled a bit out of boredom.
She looked at the world before her (endless hills turned into a brightgreen, waving ocean by the wind, she was beginning to get enough of that) with icey blue eyes, shadowed with black eyeliner and a pearlish silverblue. Ruby lipgloss drew attention to her full lips.
She was a pretty girl.
As she lifted her hand, that felt like it was asleep, her bracelets hit her special wristcuff, her most beloved possession, with the sound of keys in a dungeon. God, was she bored. She had been sitting here forever, waiting for their fearless leader Zion and his sidekick Kera to return.
They had sat op camp here. There was a ring of small tents right behind Isabella (for that was the girl's name, but it was advised to call her by her nickname 'Iz'), and in those tents the other members of the tribe known as the Argonauts had took shelter. It was cold, windy and misty, and there was a bit of drizzly rain.
This nasty weather didn't affect Iz, however, in fact, she was growing quite fond of it. Sitting out there in the cold for a while, was like becoming friends with the weather. You just had to get to know it.
Iz' ice-coloured eyes flashed over the hills again, and her mind wondered (for the nineteenth time this morning) when Fearless Leader and Co-leader Kera (or Kai, as Iz always called her -she had nicknames for everyone) would return from their little journey to the city.
Her eyes flashed to her side, automatically, and she got a bit of a shock when she noticed someone standing next to her. For just one fraction of a second she got scared, but then she recognized the guy. Hair that seemed to be colourless (although you could call it blond, if you wanted to), tall and muscular, clothed in five shades of gray, blue lightningbolts on the frozen face, vèèèèry dangerously looking sword strapped on his back.
Iz rolled her eyes in exasperation. Dart, their fabulous head of security (samurai-guy would be better, Iz thought). The guy that could sneak up on you, even if you had super-hearing or something. To the annoyance of the other tribemembers he never made any noise when he walked -he moved around like a predator- and it could give you quite a scare, when he all of the sudden seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"Dartmeister,"Iz said. She had a nickname for everyone in her tribe, including this guy.
"My name is Dart,"Dart said.
Iz grinned. She knew Dart couldn't stand the nickname she had made up for him. She knew he couldn't stand her talking to him at all. That's why she kept doing it, to get at least some response... Mostly, when you talked to Dart, he didn't say anything back, and you had to check if he hadn't gone deaf or something.
A cute giggle was heard and Iz saw a chubby toddler with blonde hair in cute little spikes walk towards her. The kid had just learned how to walk, and now he was unstoppable. His mother could hardly keep track of him anymore. Walking gave the one-year-old access to a whole new world he could discover.
"Hey there, kiddo,"Iz said to the toddler who was still giggling and calling her "Izzzze." A very interesting sound indeed, and he decided to say it again: "Izze, Izzze." The baby giggled again; always happy, that little guy.
"Aaron! I told you not to run off anymore,"a bright voice said. A young woman, about Iz' age, appeared.
She had pretty darkbrown eyes, with a bit of golden glow in it, forming the contrast with her babyson's green eyes. She wore baggy tanpants and a yellow spaghettistraptop. She had a daisy painted on her cheek, and that, combined with her seize, made her look cute. Her darkblonde hair, with a white feather in it, was tied in a simple messy bun.
She looked busy. The baby had been a handfull lately. Yet the young mother, who went by the name of Raja, never lost her patience or her good mood.
She picked her babyboy Aaron of the muddy ground and got back to her tent. She didn't want her son to get a cold.
Aaron didn't agree with this plan and started crying. Raja didn't have to do much to cheer him up again, she simply used her well-trained, bright voice to sing one of the little songs she knew her son liked. It soothed the little guy right away.
Iz kept looking at the hills, and she thought she saw two dark silhouets appear at the top of one. Familiar shadows... Was she getting delirious, from sitting out here for such a long time?
No, she wasn't! Hey, Fearless Leader and Kera had actually come back. Well, was about time too.
"Hey, you guys,"Iz yelled, "they're back."
*
Kita graced the opening to her tent. Good, no more rain, although it was still cold and misty. Kita didn't really like this type of weather, she adored the sun. And looking at her made you think of a country were the sun reigned. Of warm sand and olive-arbours, of white houses glowing in the sunshine like diamonds.
Kita was slim, but curvy. She was an olive-coloured beauty, with an ocean of black hair that had a trace of golden brown in it; the colour of warm caramel. She had large brown eyes, to complete the image of the Princess from the Middle-East.
She was dressed cool, but with style. Low rise black jeans on her legs. Tight baige vest top with a see-through brown shirt with flared sleeves and blue flowers on it. She was now wearing shoes that were suitable for a long journey, but normally, she loved to wear elegant sandels. As said before, a girl with style.
Her aura and the overall feel this girl gave you, lived up to her looks. Mysterious in a way that fitted those dark eyes, and you could see she was confident and totally at peace with herself. There was something of fire in this girl as well.
She liked to keep up her attitude. Be mysterious, be like a shadow in an orchard of diamonds. While Kita was good at dissecting people's minds without them even knowing it, and thus getting to know everything about them, she wouldn't let anyone get close enough to get familiar with her. The Queen of Mystery.
She would only allow one person to get close to her. She had noticed him around. She could see the young man walking around the camp and secretly she watched him. You would never notice when Kita was secretly spying on you a bit.
He liked to dress his thin, but fit body in black. Black, baggy trousers with chains hanging from them. Black netter top with black T-shirt. The markings on his pale, nearly white face were black too: thin lines going from the left of his forehead through his left eye, like a scar, and eyeliner. Black hair too, shoulderlenght. And ofcourse, how else could it be, black eyes. The colour of coal, not a trace of brown in them.
All of this had led Iz to name him 'Dani Filth' after the singer of a death- metal/gothic-band from pre-virus-days. Goth-guy she called him too.
He didn't like it, he rather just be called: Jax.
A simple name.
Kita watched him as he walked through the camp. He had this special way of walking, she would never really be able to explain it. She found it attractive. Another thing she wouldn't be able to explain; why did she find this guy attractive? She even found all the scars on his arms attractive, strangely enough. Due to her 'I can see you when you don't even realise it'- qualities, she was one of the few that had actually seen these scars, that were usually covered up by Jax's shirt.
Why did she like him? God knows why. Most people thought Jax was weird. Zion had brought him to their tribe. Zion was like a best friend, an older brother (a carer), yeah, that's it: a carer to Jax. The Argonauts had been a bit anxious at first, but Zion had convinced them. They knew now that they could trust Zion, the young man that had appeared out of nowhere, had become their leader and made their tribe into what it was.
Scott walked by. Tall, nicely built, brown eyes and brown shaggy hair with blue in it. He wore baggy jeans and a black T-shirt, and had a red zigzag- line on his face. When you saw Scott, you could say that his appearance was somewhat... comforting.
So was his personality. Friendly and funny, but a bit shy too. No threat in any possible way. Just a cute guy.
Scott had seen Kita come out of her tent, and then she had seemed fascinated limitlessly by something. Now it was hard to tell what exactly that could be, as always in Kita's case, because when she was looking at something and she didn't want you to know, she'd make sure you wouldn't know.
Scott himself was fascinated by the Arabian Princess. The Pearl of the Middle-East. In his own mind he had thousands of beautiful, poetic nicknames for this magnificent girl. Ofcourse he would never be able to tell her that. The thought alone. He could only walked past her and say "Hi", like he did now.
"Uh, you're blocking my view,"Kita merely said, and Scott walked on again quickly -he would never want to get her angry. Better luck next time.
Kita kept watching Jax, as he walked through the camp. For some reason she identified with him. For some reason she liked him, but she didn't know why.
Jax had walked past Kita, not even noticing she had been looking at him. That had been her intention ofcourse.
Jax walked past Justine and Randy, who were together as always. Raja was always wondering if they were a couple, or just good friends. They certainly weren't very alike.
Justine was a skinny, tall girl with brown hair in a simple ponytail, dressed in a just as simple outfit -tight faded jeans and a white backless top. No markings, but she did have a nose- and a tonguepiercing. She had always seemed a bit nasty to the other tribemembers, a demanding, tough girl that doesn't like to be messed around with, a bit mean even.
Randy, who was called 'Rand' by everybody was very much alike her in appearance: tall and slim, just like Justine, with brown hair that he had spiked up. You could've mistaken the two for brother and sister.
In personality, however, there was a world of difference between the two teenagers. Randy was kind and friendly, maybe even a little too nice. A coolheaded guy that could perfectly keep his temper, and hardly ever got angry.
Jax walked past the two, who were just talking about something that was undoubtly very interesting... Then Jax spotted the last member of the Argonaut-tribe.
Trojan. Iz called him Tro sometimes, or Trowa Barton. He was a tough guy, with a worked out body, darkbrown hair and eyes that seemed to be silver. Not that you got to see his eyes very often, he usually hid them underneath these totally cool sunglasses. Even today, when the sun wasn't even shining. Go figure.
If there was one person in the tribe that could fight, it was Trojan. He wanted to become head of security, but instead Dart was given the job, due to his great self-control. Trojan was just too uptight, too easily angered, and when he really got frustrated he took it out on the first punching-bag he spotted... that that punching-bag might be a humanbeing, didn't really matter at the moment.
So Zion gave the security-job to Dart, and Trojan still held a grudge against the Fearless Leader for this. But at least he had learned how to behave a little.
Jax had been looking for this guy. He had been kinda lost for a second, not knowing where Trojan had went to. Jax watched the guy from behind a tent. Then, all of the sudden, Iz's loud voice startled him: "Hey everybody! They're back!"
*
Zion and Kera returned to the camp. Kera was in deep thought on their way back through the hills. With the wind blowing through the tall grass, this landscape looked like an ocean. An ocean which you surfed with your feet, following the high waves and...
Hey, how funny, tents in the middle of the ocean.
Kera felt the urge to hold her hands to her ears when she heard Iz's surprisingly loud voice: "Hey everybody! They're back!" Kera reckoned Iz would do well as an operasinger. When she started singing at full volume, the entire worldpopulation would probably hear it...
Zion didn't say a word, he waited with words until he had entered the semi- perfect ring of tents, imbedded between the emerald hills. His whole tribe was waiting for him. Was the city safe? Could the Argonauts live there?
They had been over this plenty of times. Life on the countryside wasn't good enough for them, they couldn't find enough food to support an entire tribe. And it was autumn now, but winter would come soon. And they only had tents to protect themselves against the cold, and the clothes they wore weren't fit for the weather.
So, there had been only one option left: they had to leave to the city, and find a new home there. They would have to stay there, build in between concrete and iron, at least until the winter had passed.
When spring returned to the land and everything started to blossom again, they would be more than happy to return to their outdoor-life. Because it hadn't been all bad. They would be free, they could eat natural food, walk around in the countryside, play with animals... stuff like that. A city was so cold and material. A typical place to spend the winter.
Aaron came walking towards the leaderpair on his chubby little legs. Finally, some action around here. His mind couldn't figure what was up -he was only a year and a half- but he already knew that something important was going on.
The tribies came out of their tents and gathered around Kera and Zion. All the Argonauts had gathered, dying to know the news.
"So, what's up, Fearless Leader?" Iz was the first to ask.
"The city is safe, or so it appears,"Zion said simply.
"Good. So we can spent the winter there?"Raja asked, picking her babyboy of that cold, muddy floor again.
"We'll have to find a place to stay; a warehouse, an officebuilding, a factory, a hospital... there must be plenty of those in the city, and probably all empty,"Kera said.
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious,"Iz muttered.
Kera didn't hear her, or pretented that she didn't. "I say: we just pack our stuff and leave,"she stated.
"And the tents?"
"Leave them here. We won't need those in the city."
They have went through this little procedure hundreds of time, seeing how they were a tribe of nomads. Pack your things, and get ready to leave. They all knew exactly what their task was, so in no time everyone was standing by Zions side, heavy packs on their backs, ready to leave for the city.
They would have to find a safe place there, a warm building that they could defend in case of emergency. Hopefully there would still be some durable food stored in the city. Eitherways, come what may, they just had to make the best of it.
It wasn't like they had much choice. The winter had already begun.
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PART 1 LOOKING FOR A GOOD FUTURE
Green eyes looked down on the allegory of concrete and asphalt, cradled between the brown cliffs, the green hills and the blue ocean. Grey seemed to be a natural colour for what lay in between.
The young man, tall and with a closely-shaved head, felt nostalgia take over and a smile crept upon his face as he thought about the good times he used to have in this city. His friends, his family, highschool. Would anyone down there still remember him? The little brothers and sisters maybe, that he had send to other tribes, hoping they would be taken good care of.
Would anyone remember his face? Three years had passed since he had left this place. Three years since he decided it would was better for him to stay in the forest. He was still young, but pretty much a grown-up when the virus broke out; he was scared to get infected.
So he left, an old friend that he considered a little brother by his side. They moved around, and took people with them. A lost boy with no family or friends at all. A young woman, not much more than a child, who had just found out she was pregnant. And eventually they had stumbled on a pathetic excuse for a tribe. Those kids had gathered in the forest, and they had been looking for a leader. And he was the perfect leader.
"Zion."
The young man looked up when he heard a low female voice call his name.
Kera, the only other person in the tribe with some leader-capacities, stood right behind him, her face decorated with a cheery smile. There was a golden sparkle in her hazelcoloured eyes and her long brown curly hair with orange highlights bounced as she walked towards him, dancing along with her mood.
She looked down on the city, and smiled. "You know, I've actually been here before. For the kickboxing-championship. I was only like eight years old and I pretty much ended last. Never thought I'd ever get back here,"Kera said. The young woman didn't seem the slightest bit nervous about what was to come. But that was just in her nature. Always easy-going.
Zion smiled. "Never thought I'd get back here either,"he said.
"You think the virus has passed over?"Kera asked.
"Pretty sure. I wouldn't be coming back here if I could still get sick,"Zion said.
"What are we waiting for then?"Kera asked enthusiastic. "Let's go get the others, and introduce this city to the Argonauts."
*
A seventeen year old girl sat on a rock, clearly bored out of her skull. Thick black hair with blue stripes framed her porcelain-coloured face. She wore black leather pants, a grey top and a brown denim jacket, and military boots were on the feet she wiggled a bit out of boredom.
She looked at the world before her (endless hills turned into a brightgreen, waving ocean by the wind, she was beginning to get enough of that) with icey blue eyes, shadowed with black eyeliner and a pearlish silverblue. Ruby lipgloss drew attention to her full lips.
She was a pretty girl.
As she lifted her hand, that felt like it was asleep, her bracelets hit her special wristcuff, her most beloved possession, with the sound of keys in a dungeon. God, was she bored. She had been sitting here forever, waiting for their fearless leader Zion and his sidekick Kera to return.
They had sat op camp here. There was a ring of small tents right behind Isabella (for that was the girl's name, but it was advised to call her by her nickname 'Iz'), and in those tents the other members of the tribe known as the Argonauts had took shelter. It was cold, windy and misty, and there was a bit of drizzly rain.
This nasty weather didn't affect Iz, however, in fact, she was growing quite fond of it. Sitting out there in the cold for a while, was like becoming friends with the weather. You just had to get to know it.
Iz' ice-coloured eyes flashed over the hills again, and her mind wondered (for the nineteenth time this morning) when Fearless Leader and Co-leader Kera (or Kai, as Iz always called her -she had nicknames for everyone) would return from their little journey to the city.
Her eyes flashed to her side, automatically, and she got a bit of a shock when she noticed someone standing next to her. For just one fraction of a second she got scared, but then she recognized the guy. Hair that seemed to be colourless (although you could call it blond, if you wanted to), tall and muscular, clothed in five shades of gray, blue lightningbolts on the frozen face, vèèèèry dangerously looking sword strapped on his back.
Iz rolled her eyes in exasperation. Dart, their fabulous head of security (samurai-guy would be better, Iz thought). The guy that could sneak up on you, even if you had super-hearing or something. To the annoyance of the other tribemembers he never made any noise when he walked -he moved around like a predator- and it could give you quite a scare, when he all of the sudden seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"Dartmeister,"Iz said. She had a nickname for everyone in her tribe, including this guy.
"My name is Dart,"Dart said.
Iz grinned. She knew Dart couldn't stand the nickname she had made up for him. She knew he couldn't stand her talking to him at all. That's why she kept doing it, to get at least some response... Mostly, when you talked to Dart, he didn't say anything back, and you had to check if he hadn't gone deaf or something.
A cute giggle was heard and Iz saw a chubby toddler with blonde hair in cute little spikes walk towards her. The kid had just learned how to walk, and now he was unstoppable. His mother could hardly keep track of him anymore. Walking gave the one-year-old access to a whole new world he could discover.
"Hey there, kiddo,"Iz said to the toddler who was still giggling and calling her "Izzzze." A very interesting sound indeed, and he decided to say it again: "Izze, Izzze." The baby giggled again; always happy, that little guy.
"Aaron! I told you not to run off anymore,"a bright voice said. A young woman, about Iz' age, appeared.
She had pretty darkbrown eyes, with a bit of golden glow in it, forming the contrast with her babyson's green eyes. She wore baggy tanpants and a yellow spaghettistraptop. She had a daisy painted on her cheek, and that, combined with her seize, made her look cute. Her darkblonde hair, with a white feather in it, was tied in a simple messy bun.
She looked busy. The baby had been a handfull lately. Yet the young mother, who went by the name of Raja, never lost her patience or her good mood.
She picked her babyboy Aaron of the muddy ground and got back to her tent. She didn't want her son to get a cold.
Aaron didn't agree with this plan and started crying. Raja didn't have to do much to cheer him up again, she simply used her well-trained, bright voice to sing one of the little songs she knew her son liked. It soothed the little guy right away.
Iz kept looking at the hills, and she thought she saw two dark silhouets appear at the top of one. Familiar shadows... Was she getting delirious, from sitting out here for such a long time?
No, she wasn't! Hey, Fearless Leader and Kera had actually come back. Well, was about time too.
"Hey, you guys,"Iz yelled, "they're back."
*
Kita graced the opening to her tent. Good, no more rain, although it was still cold and misty. Kita didn't really like this type of weather, she adored the sun. And looking at her made you think of a country were the sun reigned. Of warm sand and olive-arbours, of white houses glowing in the sunshine like diamonds.
Kita was slim, but curvy. She was an olive-coloured beauty, with an ocean of black hair that had a trace of golden brown in it; the colour of warm caramel. She had large brown eyes, to complete the image of the Princess from the Middle-East.
She was dressed cool, but with style. Low rise black jeans on her legs. Tight baige vest top with a see-through brown shirt with flared sleeves and blue flowers on it. She was now wearing shoes that were suitable for a long journey, but normally, she loved to wear elegant sandels. As said before, a girl with style.
Her aura and the overall feel this girl gave you, lived up to her looks. Mysterious in a way that fitted those dark eyes, and you could see she was confident and totally at peace with herself. There was something of fire in this girl as well.
She liked to keep up her attitude. Be mysterious, be like a shadow in an orchard of diamonds. While Kita was good at dissecting people's minds without them even knowing it, and thus getting to know everything about them, she wouldn't let anyone get close enough to get familiar with her. The Queen of Mystery.
She would only allow one person to get close to her. She had noticed him around. She could see the young man walking around the camp and secretly she watched him. You would never notice when Kita was secretly spying on you a bit.
He liked to dress his thin, but fit body in black. Black, baggy trousers with chains hanging from them. Black netter top with black T-shirt. The markings on his pale, nearly white face were black too: thin lines going from the left of his forehead through his left eye, like a scar, and eyeliner. Black hair too, shoulderlenght. And ofcourse, how else could it be, black eyes. The colour of coal, not a trace of brown in them.
All of this had led Iz to name him 'Dani Filth' after the singer of a death- metal/gothic-band from pre-virus-days. Goth-guy she called him too.
He didn't like it, he rather just be called: Jax.
A simple name.
Kita watched him as he walked through the camp. He had this special way of walking, she would never really be able to explain it. She found it attractive. Another thing she wouldn't be able to explain; why did she find this guy attractive? She even found all the scars on his arms attractive, strangely enough. Due to her 'I can see you when you don't even realise it'- qualities, she was one of the few that had actually seen these scars, that were usually covered up by Jax's shirt.
Why did she like him? God knows why. Most people thought Jax was weird. Zion had brought him to their tribe. Zion was like a best friend, an older brother (a carer), yeah, that's it: a carer to Jax. The Argonauts had been a bit anxious at first, but Zion had convinced them. They knew now that they could trust Zion, the young man that had appeared out of nowhere, had become their leader and made their tribe into what it was.
Scott walked by. Tall, nicely built, brown eyes and brown shaggy hair with blue in it. He wore baggy jeans and a black T-shirt, and had a red zigzag- line on his face. When you saw Scott, you could say that his appearance was somewhat... comforting.
So was his personality. Friendly and funny, but a bit shy too. No threat in any possible way. Just a cute guy.
Scott had seen Kita come out of her tent, and then she had seemed fascinated limitlessly by something. Now it was hard to tell what exactly that could be, as always in Kita's case, because when she was looking at something and she didn't want you to know, she'd make sure you wouldn't know.
Scott himself was fascinated by the Arabian Princess. The Pearl of the Middle-East. In his own mind he had thousands of beautiful, poetic nicknames for this magnificent girl. Ofcourse he would never be able to tell her that. The thought alone. He could only walked past her and say "Hi", like he did now.
"Uh, you're blocking my view,"Kita merely said, and Scott walked on again quickly -he would never want to get her angry. Better luck next time.
Kita kept watching Jax, as he walked through the camp. For some reason she identified with him. For some reason she liked him, but she didn't know why.
Jax had walked past Kita, not even noticing she had been looking at him. That had been her intention ofcourse.
Jax walked past Justine and Randy, who were together as always. Raja was always wondering if they were a couple, or just good friends. They certainly weren't very alike.
Justine was a skinny, tall girl with brown hair in a simple ponytail, dressed in a just as simple outfit -tight faded jeans and a white backless top. No markings, but she did have a nose- and a tonguepiercing. She had always seemed a bit nasty to the other tribemembers, a demanding, tough girl that doesn't like to be messed around with, a bit mean even.
Randy, who was called 'Rand' by everybody was very much alike her in appearance: tall and slim, just like Justine, with brown hair that he had spiked up. You could've mistaken the two for brother and sister.
In personality, however, there was a world of difference between the two teenagers. Randy was kind and friendly, maybe even a little too nice. A coolheaded guy that could perfectly keep his temper, and hardly ever got angry.
Jax walked past the two, who were just talking about something that was undoubtly very interesting... Then Jax spotted the last member of the Argonaut-tribe.
Trojan. Iz called him Tro sometimes, or Trowa Barton. He was a tough guy, with a worked out body, darkbrown hair and eyes that seemed to be silver. Not that you got to see his eyes very often, he usually hid them underneath these totally cool sunglasses. Even today, when the sun wasn't even shining. Go figure.
If there was one person in the tribe that could fight, it was Trojan. He wanted to become head of security, but instead Dart was given the job, due to his great self-control. Trojan was just too uptight, too easily angered, and when he really got frustrated he took it out on the first punching-bag he spotted... that that punching-bag might be a humanbeing, didn't really matter at the moment.
So Zion gave the security-job to Dart, and Trojan still held a grudge against the Fearless Leader for this. But at least he had learned how to behave a little.
Jax had been looking for this guy. He had been kinda lost for a second, not knowing where Trojan had went to. Jax watched the guy from behind a tent. Then, all of the sudden, Iz's loud voice startled him: "Hey everybody! They're back!"
*
Zion and Kera returned to the camp. Kera was in deep thought on their way back through the hills. With the wind blowing through the tall grass, this landscape looked like an ocean. An ocean which you surfed with your feet, following the high waves and...
Hey, how funny, tents in the middle of the ocean.
Kera felt the urge to hold her hands to her ears when she heard Iz's surprisingly loud voice: "Hey everybody! They're back!" Kera reckoned Iz would do well as an operasinger. When she started singing at full volume, the entire worldpopulation would probably hear it...
Zion didn't say a word, he waited with words until he had entered the semi- perfect ring of tents, imbedded between the emerald hills. His whole tribe was waiting for him. Was the city safe? Could the Argonauts live there?
They had been over this plenty of times. Life on the countryside wasn't good enough for them, they couldn't find enough food to support an entire tribe. And it was autumn now, but winter would come soon. And they only had tents to protect themselves against the cold, and the clothes they wore weren't fit for the weather.
So, there had been only one option left: they had to leave to the city, and find a new home there. They would have to stay there, build in between concrete and iron, at least until the winter had passed.
When spring returned to the land and everything started to blossom again, they would be more than happy to return to their outdoor-life. Because it hadn't been all bad. They would be free, they could eat natural food, walk around in the countryside, play with animals... stuff like that. A city was so cold and material. A typical place to spend the winter.
Aaron came walking towards the leaderpair on his chubby little legs. Finally, some action around here. His mind couldn't figure what was up -he was only a year and a half- but he already knew that something important was going on.
The tribies came out of their tents and gathered around Kera and Zion. All the Argonauts had gathered, dying to know the news.
"So, what's up, Fearless Leader?" Iz was the first to ask.
"The city is safe, or so it appears,"Zion said simply.
"Good. So we can spent the winter there?"Raja asked, picking her babyboy of that cold, muddy floor again.
"We'll have to find a place to stay; a warehouse, an officebuilding, a factory, a hospital... there must be plenty of those in the city, and probably all empty,"Kera said.
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious,"Iz muttered.
Kera didn't hear her, or pretented that she didn't. "I say: we just pack our stuff and leave,"she stated.
"And the tents?"
"Leave them here. We won't need those in the city."
They have went through this little procedure hundreds of time, seeing how they were a tribe of nomads. Pack your things, and get ready to leave. They all knew exactly what their task was, so in no time everyone was standing by Zions side, heavy packs on their backs, ready to leave for the city.
They would have to find a safe place there, a warm building that they could defend in case of emergency. Hopefully there would still be some durable food stored in the city. Eitherways, come what may, they just had to make the best of it.
It wasn't like they had much choice. The winter had already begun.