Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2015 20:54:29 GMT -5
The view from the top floor of the building--Gripsholm Castle, as Adolphus elected to call it--would instill in anyone a sense of utter hopelessness. The great expanse beyond served to show how desecrated the world had truly become. Tiny, moving dots below--countless walkers. Flesh-eaters. Not a single one of them capable of remorse, pity, rational thought. Perhaps not too different from most of the people who now occupied Gripsholm. And the color of the earth. Brown...gray. Dull colors--those of death. Perhaps attributable to the Colorado winter, but that did not make it less disheartening.
So infrequent did anyone have the chance to observe the landscape from such a vantage point--and perhaps it was indeed a blissful ignorance. Doing so disheartened even Adolphus, a man who had a heart of steel. Adolphus' trance of staring out the window was immediately snapped as he heard the shouts of some men--presumably drunk--down the hall. No doubt on their way to or from ravaging some innocents. The thought made Adolphus physically ill--no such action brought about order--no protocol in drunken orgies--rapes, really. He shuttered.
These men--most of them--everyone besides the few Adolphus had met before BB--were they his allies? His soldiers? Or were they using him, as he'd been using them? His will and tenacity brought them a stronghold, but would they listen to him now that they obtained it? What use was he to them? And how would they react if he tried to instill a semblance of true order?
So infrequent did anyone have the chance to observe the landscape from such a vantage point--and perhaps it was indeed a blissful ignorance. Doing so disheartened even Adolphus, a man who had a heart of steel. Adolphus' trance of staring out the window was immediately snapped as he heard the shouts of some men--presumably drunk--down the hall. No doubt on their way to or from ravaging some innocents. The thought made Adolphus physically ill--no such action brought about order--no protocol in drunken orgies--rapes, really. He shuttered.
These men--most of them--everyone besides the few Adolphus had met before BB--were they his allies? His soldiers? Or were they using him, as he'd been using them? His will and tenacity brought them a stronghold, but would they listen to him now that they obtained it? What use was he to them? And how would they react if he tried to instill a semblance of true order?