random bit of writing

this is what happens when I listen to too much Imagine Dragons XD basically it's a combination of post apocolyptic and fantasy kinda sorta I dunno. pretty dialouge heavy so far. enjoy!~
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Elaine sat on the bus, looking out the window at the barren waste that sped by. Her blonde hair pulled back into a tight high ponytail, few strands refusing to be contained and falling in her face as if to further mock her. Her green eyes remained half lidded in apathy. She was on her way to one of the main cities for judgment.

“So, what are you headed to hell for?” the man in front of her asked, trying to turn his head around to get a good look at her.

“Dunno, was just hanging around my house when they snatched me up and shackled me and threw me on this rust bucket,” she said with a chuckle. “Guess it’s a crime to enjoy life. What about you?”

“This,” he said simply, holding up his arms to the best of his ability, the chains around his hands making it difficult. She could see the simple black toxic symbol on his wrist though.

“You a toxin too?” she asked, glancing down at her own tattoo that looked the same.

“Yeah,” he nodded “They decided they’re gonna try to clean up their mess. They’re gonna get rid of all of us. Guess they think we’re a threat,” he tried again to turn around “so, what’s your superpower girlie?”

"Super strength, nothing too original.”

“Guessing you could tear right through these cuffs then?”

“Probably, but I’m not bullet proof.” She threw a quick glance at the armed guard towards the front of the bus. “And you?”

“Shape shifting. I can only turn into other humans though, so it’d be great for disguises if I needed it.”

“Oooh, fancy,” she teased. “So, what do you figure’s gonna happen to us once we get to the city?” she looked back out the dusty window.

“Kill us, or try and fix us.” He said tiredly. “Wonder if everyone else on this bus is like us, innocent victims.”

“I’d hardly call us victims.” She scoffed “the ones the virus deformed and the ones who died are victims, we’re survivors,” she glared at the back of his head.

“Well excuse me,” He said. “so, you guys called it a virus? Huh, round where I lived it was called radiation, makes more sense with the mark, Y’know?” he once again referred to the tattoo that almost every survivor was given so that people would know they weren’t normal. A few never received one for unknown reasons. The bus was still far from the city. Elaine leaned her head against the window and was able to see ahead a little ways. Not much, just more road, dead fauna, and depressing scenery.

“Never caught your name,” the man in front of her started up the conversation again

“Mine’s Simon.”

“Elaine.” She replied. “This isn’t the normal route to the city…is it?” she looked up towards the front of the bus, out the windshield. She could see a dense forest up ahead, the vivid trees and fauna nearly blocking the road that cut through it.

“How would I know?” Simon shrugged. Elaine sat up straighter and craned her neck to get a better view of what was ahead. She watched as it got closer and closer, she traced the edge of the forest left and right, it stretched in both directions. The whole bus rumbled as the road became bumpy and uneven.

“So, Simon, if you can turn into different people, why didn’t you just change into a different person when they came to get you?”

Simon laughed “the tattoo stays no matter what form I take. Don’t know why, but it does. What good would it have done anyway? Then I’d just be on the run forever, always in disguise. Hell, I might not have remembered who I originally was after a while.” He stared out the window “Everyone who’d miss me was turned into a monster or killed when all this first happened, when magic and science clashed and mixed and everything went to hell.”

“I see,” Elaine said thoughtfully. She didn't remember the day it happened very well. She remembered going about her daily life, when suddenly something hit her, hit her like a pile of bricks. And everything went black. When she woke up, everything was destroyed, and then they came. Everything was foggy after that. She vaguely remembers being relocated, then starting her new life. She doesn't remember at all when she got the tattoo.
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yeeaaaaaah not too much so far. incase you're wondering, since it was only mentioned once, a Toxin in this is what they call people who have been mutated by whatevertheheck happened. still have ALOT to work on, like character design for simon, more characters, modivations, what'll happen next, ect.