Chapter 1 - Waiting

Chapter 1

The sun burned overhead as Scott fought his way through the heaving unruly crowd of the town square.  Sweat dripped from his every pore as he walked under the collection of plastic tarps fastened overhead to block the sun.  A Spectrum of musky smells rushed through his nose as the swell of unwashed bodies passed by trapped under the tarps.  Some scents rose and fell, some hung in the air then morphed and blended into the next passing odour.

The heat, the heat I can’t stand this f*****g heat

Each footstep seemed to sizzle as his boots pressed in to the crumbling dirt road.  The abrasion of his sweat sodden jeans aggravated the now raw skin between his legs with every stride.  The hot kettle of the heaving crowd stole precious water from his body with drops of his sweat evaporating before even hitting the ground.  Steam rose from each person leaving only salted skin and dry mouths behind.  Scott’s cracked and flaking lips hung open providing a vital pathway for his ravenous lungs to hunt for the rare oxygen in the air.

The air was dry and seemed to crackle up its own pressure.  It seemed to be on the verge of snapping, as were the people of the dusty town.  Scott hated the town square and particularly despised making its acquaintance in the hot stink of the daylight hours.

Looking for somewhere to get out the midday heat Scott finally found the refuge of a shop front.  He jumped from the compacted dirt street up on to the wooden platform and pulled out his water bottle immediately choking down a series of large gulps.  Needing to conserve this water he stopped short of fully quenching his thirst and placed the flask back in his hessian backpack.  He stood under the shade of a tattered green canopy which offered little although welcomed relief from the oppressive sun above.

This building was like many of the others that bordered the large open square with its wood panel construction and corrugated iron roof.  Almost all of the paint had blistered and chipped away leaving sporadic blackened flecks of white across the rotting wooden surface.  The two small windows each side of the open iron door were cracked and had darkened from the incessant heat.  Strips of tape marked each panel with an X and seemed to be the only thing keeping the fractured panes in one piece.  A fine coating of dust and sand covered the windows and built up in each corner further darkening the view.

Dust and sand was what styled this and every town along the line of the wall.  The sand that filled every crack and crevice; every nook and cranny, even the gaps in words seemed to be filled with sand.  Gradually wearing down everything it touched, the buildings of the town, the vehicles and vegetation.  All were slowly becoming dust, even the people themselves were gradually being worn down.

The sand almost appeared to have developed sentience and made a conscious choice to hound the people of the town.  In addition to its malice it somehow held a mystical ability to find its way into everything.  If Scott was searching for anything in the plains he would always make one common and disappointing discovery.  The sand had made claim on it long before he had, eating away at its value and usefulness.

It was in his food, in his water, in the least expected of places he would find that unpleasant visitor waiting for him.  Scott like everyone hated the yellow stuff but accepted the reality of being trapped in the desert.  The desert where nothing would grow, where nothing could survive but the towns, they managed to find a way to carry on.  The place he now called home was one of many such towns situated along the kill line of the wall.  All were much the same sharing poverty and struggle in equal measures.

The towns filled the narrowest of gaps between the heat of the south and the huge and overwhelming presence of the wall to the north.  Venturing south lead to a vast fiery wasteland were the rising temperatures had wiped out almost all but the hardiest of life.  The whole area between the tropics of Cancer and Capricorn was now uninhabitable to mankind.

All the cities and towns of a bygone age now left crumbling radioactive ruins where only the pickers were permitted to travel.  The rainforests of what was formerly Central and South America were now a crisp and dry fading in the memory of the old.  The only record of their past existence was in books and a few pictures found by pickers in the rubble.

Alternatively north was a short trip to the wall where anything that crossed the yellow kill line would be blasted to pieces by huge arrays of sentry guns.  Scott as he often did was standing looking at the wall which sat like a man made mountain in the distance behind every town on the line.  Scott stared into its darkness pondering what if anything was on the other side.  He wondered what it was hiding, what was on the other side, were there people and mainly was there food.

Although he had never seen it he had heard the wall stretched beyond the land and into the mine filled sea.  Not that you could get a boat to actually find out as everyone with such a luxury and any sense had already gone during the war.  Hopefully finding somewhere cooler off the east and west coasts or managing to make it around the wall to the north.  He had considered trying to build a boat and trying to leave the continent but eventually decided it was unwise.  Too many problems and variables existed, stockpiling enough food and water being the most prevalent.  In addition the sea which he had never even seen let alone sailed in was filled with mines.    

The hatred he felt for the wall had nowhere to go, just as he had nowhere to go.  The people along its border trapped like rats in its shadow meaning they could only scratch an existence in the dust of the desert.  The thought of leaving this place for greener pastures was never far from his mind and he was not sure that even reaching the capitol would appease him.

The shop roofs on the other side of the square reflected the sun into Scott’s eyes giving him more excuse to huff and wine about the town.  There was also a series of small tears in the canopy which allowed beams of light to shine through on to him.  He did his best to keep the burning sun from his face, constantly changing position as the canopy flapped in the wind.  Much of his time outside was spent fighting a losing battle between the sun and his fair skin.

Most of the structures of the square doubled as shops and dwellings while those outside the square were more modest.  The various trash heaps within a short distance of town provided the material for waist high homes for the poorest.  Many were made from scraps of metal, plastic sheets, wooden pallets and anything else that could be scavenged.  Opposite the stores of the square sat a line of street traders, setting up stalls or even just blankets displaying a staggering array of items for sale.  Everything from tools to jewellery, car parts to clothing, anything that was needed could be found here.  This layout created a narrow channel where people would flow around in a rectangle buying or trading for what they needed.

From sun up to sun down and beyond there was always some deal or some trade taking place in that square.  It was a deal that Scott was hoping to make with Trevor and it would be an amazing feat to strike one with him today.  Finding his pockets empty of anything of real value he contemplated what he could offer as he waited for his boss to arrive. 

At this point he realised his view of the wall and square was slanted, tilting his head he corrected the picture.  Examining the wooden platform he was standing on he saw that it had rotted and began to crumble at the right hand side.  He put his head back into position and instead leant against the wall at an angle keeping the horizon level.  That is what this town is he thought, Rotten, stinking and crumbling feeling particularly adverse to his surroundings that day.  He placed a hand in his pocket and jangled the change that wasn't there while he waited the arrival of Trevor.

Trevor had promised to deliver the motorbike that Scott had craved since he had discovered its existence.  In fact he had hounded Trevor the towns improvised scrap merchant and mechanic and his boss about this bike for countless months.  He had read its specifications in an old magazine and obsessed over it ever since.  Though basically a low power and cheap motorbike, Scott was certain it was more compatible with modern upgrades and modifications than any other old bike.  Once it was completed its low weight would be distributed almost perfectly on the frame.  Then with him riding it he was sure it would be the fastest thing in town.

In a flash a small girl in a floral dress no older than six had climbed on to the platform where Scott was standing.  She was approaching him as fast with her legs moving as fast as they were able to with a smile spanning ear to ear.  Hanging from her neck was a wooden box containing various knickknacks and snacks for sale but mainly she was begging for money.  Though her face was filled with smiles Scott’s face immediately overflowed with annoyance at this site.

‘No’ he snapped, as if to a misbehaving puppy. 

This one word shattered the masquerade and her face quickly soured turning into a scowl which she directed squarely at Scott.  A mix of anger and pity filled him as she went scurrying back down the steps and into the turbulent flow of the crowd.  He would never delve into his pockets at the site of these kids, even if they weren’t empty like today.  He hated how those children pestered everyone but it was something else that really struck him.  In truth it was the way they made him feel that really got to him.

Parents and children alike were all hooked on solvent and a whole herd of such children swarmed around the square.  The gangs that possessed the solvent provided boxes of useless items and snacks to small children for them to sell.  Set off at first light by their parents like windup mice they would scour the crowd for any spare change until dark.  The money would go straight to the gangs who would provide an amount of solvent for the family.  The Parents of the children did the same thing at that age and the next generation after this was sure to continue this cycle. 

Most would never learn to read or write as school was during the prime working hours of the day.  The more Scott saw of them the more he thought he needed to get out of that place.  He imagined the town filled with nothing but huge families of illiterate beggars roaming the streets.  All trying to sell each other their worthless junk and eventually starving to death whilst high on solvent.  He tried to fathom why they chose to keep having children but the only thought that was clear was that smart people don’t have children.

He told himself it was just the way it was and did his best to push the emotions from his mind.  However Instead of pushing out the feelings they mutated into memories of his own childhood.  A memory began to stir in his guts of how he felt in the children’s facility where he had spent the first thirteen years of his life.  These thoughts were something he could never seem to push aside for very long.  Now at fifteen it had been two years since he had left but in this instant he was transported back there.  His thumb rubbed between his first two fingers rapidly as he did his best to not let the memory form.

The memory of a tear falling from his eye as he sat naked and cross legged on a green tile floor came clear.  He cleared his throat, his whole body shook trying to not see what was in his mind or hear that voice, the voice he could never escape.  Hearing it as clear as a voice shouting from the crowded street ‘Stop crying you rat’ it said.  He did his best to clear his mind not wanting to ever relive his time in the facility and especially not while in view of the town.  He tried his best to focus on something else, grab any departing thought he could so not feel. 

Motorbikes!

Motorbikes that was it, he grabbed on to this rock and pulled himself out of the ocean ocean he had fallen in to.  He shaking slowly subsided as he concentrated on what he loved.  He ran over in his mind what he could do to make the soon to be delivered motorbike faster.  What upgrades he would implement first and what power output each component would produce.  Once his mind ran through the calculation he then considered how he could win the race that night.  His current bike was a real junker and had fallen apart on the first corner of the race last month. 

Most people would have thrown it on the junk pile after removing anything of value but he had spent his time fixing it since then.  He had increased the power output but only made a temporary fix to the main structural issue that caused his accident in the last race.  With the laughter of his competitors still ringing in his ears he said out loud ‘I will show those fuckers who is a loser.’ 

He then looked around wondering if anyone had heard this outburst and worse still what had he looked like during his miniature meltdown.  His fixed stare broke and swept around the area searching for any onlookers.  Embarrassment sent his cheeks pinker than the sun had already turned them when his eyes locked with hers.

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Reviews

[Cyndy Robinson]

My thoughts on a first chapter, keeping in mind what you want reviewed. First of all a book really does have length and descriptive detail, I do not think it is over done here. I think it is very well done. I actually think it is extremely well done here, perhaps the best of I have seen on this site. It is an opening chapter, and I have a glimpse of this character it is enough for the opening chapter for me. That is what an opening chapter should be. That having been said, and take my review with a grain of salt, I have never written a book yet, just recently attempted a short story, I am more of a poetry person. But I read about 4 books a week. I am not a TV person. And when I review I do try to offer something that will make it better. What I am not getting in this first chapter is a draw into it. I don't get that until the very end. A reader might not make it that far. I would suggest you maybe take the end of the chapter, and start this chapter with that. Then go into some detail. I might also suggest, because I can already tell, not having read the rest of the chapters, that all of that detail is necessary, to follow the story that you intersperse it with action/daydream or pieces of it, throughout, or consider what some books do. Usually its a map, sometimes a definition of terms. Maybe some of this could be put in that format. A thought or two.

[Archos]

Hi there! I'm not going to fool around, I didn't like the first half of this chapter. Not because of the information in it, but because of the structure. You began with detailed descriptions, but then moved on to another topic, which leaves the question: What were the descriptions even for? Description make the scene in your head more vivid, but without a scene, the descriptions are rather useless and make the story really slow, which is a problem in the introduction. So, the beginning wasn't very engaging. It got better approx. from the part with the little girl. I liked the ideas, the story as well as the character seem interesting, but adding some events makes it far more gripping. (As I saw in the rest of the story)

[Ryan Yates]

i have added an alternative chapter 1 which begins with a different event in the story and proceeds this point in time. please check it out and see if you prefer it. thanks

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1723480/

[DreamCatcher]

Ryan, I really enjoyed the first chapter. I like the descriptions, but I agree that they are a tad bit lengthy. But I really like your ability to explain the character's surroundings and I get the sense that I am there. Your attention to detail is great. This would definitely be a book that I would gravitate to.
Will for sure be reading more!

[Rafy T.Nym]

First of all, the plot of this story seems quite exceptional to me. Actually, it's a relief to read a novel which is not romance or horror,after this long time.

This chapter is long.but I think it's alright to write long chapters.It's afterall a novel and novels contain long description.

Truth must be told, I think this particular chapter needs 'Some' emotion.If you add just a little bit more emotion, this could turn into a more lively one.But,it's completely your choice, I'm just an attentive reader. :-)

I appreciate your patience, it's the most important aspect to create a successful novel.

[Elise Anton]

Hey Ryan, I only had time to read the first chapter, so I can only comment on that. Part of me wants to agree with those who thought the descriptions were too lengthy etc. as I tended to skip some parts (I'm a quick reader). Part of me though (the part that went back and re-read at a slower pace!) thinks it a unique style and well worth a look at the next chapters. The detail is impressive so far! I am hoping for some dialogue in the following chapters, so I can better understand the impact of whatever happened through others' interactions with Scott. Keep at it, and I will definitely keep reading!

[annalysiar]

This is good, with potential. I like the pace mostly and the Imagery very nice. I also like the tone of this story. However I had trouble seeing what you were saying, likely because of the length of the chapter and such but maybe its just me.
great write

[dan]

Ryan, I'm sorry but I have two mental health disorders that hamper my ability to focus and concentrate on the longer writes. I'm sorry that I can't review your piece. Good luck with it! take care...dan

[TheMalady]

This was an interesting chapter. I liked how you described about the situation of the world Scott was living in, if you asked me, I would say it was very convincing for me. However, as I read through it, the descriptions about the dust and sun were already too much that I almost skipped them. It was long that I was asking for the next scene. It took long before the important scenes.

Overall, you created an interesting world. Great story and I want to see what will happen to Scott. Will he be able to escape the reality of his world?

-Keep writing! :)

[richieb]

Ryan, I liked your opening descriptions, you kept a comfortable pace explaining the surroundings and how the happenings of the past created the present nature. You did this well with a comfortable descriptive balance that didn't interfere with the readers interest. I especially liked the description"This one word shattered the masquerade", it explained everything. Good opening chapter, I will continue to read. Richie B.

[Elle Alley]

I love the detail, so I really enjoyed the chapter. I'm going to read the next chapter for sure

[Ryan Yates]

thanks for your review, i really appreciate it. I have now uploaded the first 6 chapters.

[Mark Alexander Boehm]

I agree with the featured reviewer regarding the almost overwhelming amount of detail. At the same time, though, I kind of enjoyed it. I didn't realize until I started reading this (and felt tempted to skim) that I've become a lazy reader. This first chapter forced me to actually, hold onto something or have a seat, RE-READ certain parts. While some may find that frustrating, I feel like I get more out of works that make me think. I guess this is geared more to a specific audience, which is fine. You can't please everyone! It's definitely enjoyable, it pulls you in as a first chapter should and I'll definitely be clicking that Chapter 2 link as soon as I post this.

[Ryan Yates]

hey man, thanks for your review, the first 5 chapters are up if you want to take a look