Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Fantasy

Micheal sat up groggy wondering what time it was. He peeled the tin foil of the side window of the buggy shell he was in the sun was just rising. (Cars are things of the past so people call them buggy shell because they sit there). He opened the door slowly at first then all at once rushing out for whatever would meet him. To his surprise it was quiet Micheal let out a deep sigh. "Just another morning in the drench"(drench-the north American continent). Micheal three his gear on and loaded his bag up and started down the road.