[color=lightblue][i][h2]"KITTY! Get down here!"[/h2][/i][/color] A boy in his early teens whispered harshly with a dry frustrated urgency. He stood alone next to a tall pylon, looking up to where it once forked out and suspended some sort of bridge but now only offered a small damaged platform.

[color=lightblue][i]"Get down here now it's time to go!
[indent]Pleeeaaaaasssse..."[/indent][/i][/color] His voice becoming something more of a whining plea. The sound of nearby gunshots had spooked him and he no longer wanted to hang around this area. It was time to move on.

With a dreaded sigh he dropped his backpack onto the floor near his feet and began his climb up the concrete column. He couldn't leave without his Kitty. His best friend. His only friend. 
Skilled at climbing it wasn't long before he reached the small rocky platform he had been sleeping on earlier. There to the side next to where his head had lied was the skeleton-in-slime kitty.

The boy shoved his friend down his shirt and took a small moment of opportunity to use this vantage point and see what all the noise had been about. 
He could see the people not too far away, and undoubtedly they could see him perched up there on the wide damaged concrete column.