Hope everyone had a good weekend. I finished the first Game of Thrones book, don’t have the second at the moment which is annoying so I’ll have to get to a bookshop soon. I also went out on Saturday, it was strange and interesting.
I’ve started watching Archer, which is pretty damn good, at least in my opinion. I also tried watching breaking bad, I don’t really get it. I really don’t. Everyone talks about how amazing the show is but I found it slightly boring. I don’t care for the characters, the plot seems slow moving. I know dark descent and all that, but it’s just moving so slowly. I’ve watched the first season and a few episodes into the second and I really don’t get it.
On with the show!
They walked in a single line, spread out from one another, moving slowly. Behind them fires raged, great billowing clouds of smoke drifted upwards into the sky before being dragged away by the winds. Ahead of them were green fertile lands, behind blackened wastes. People fled from their constant march, those who stayed burned. Villages and cities succumbed to the flames, everything burned to ash and dust. Few tried to fight them or stand in their way, they were eternal and never-ending, if one fell another soon took its place. They always kept ahead of the flames, as though even the fire did not dare get too close. They were untouchable.
They paused for the night, setting up camp, unmindful of the fires that raged behind them, they did not fear the flames, they embraced them. It seemed as though nature itself was on their side, never allowing the flames to encroach upon them, the wind blowing in their faces, pulling the acrid smoke away. They ate from their supplies, the supplies were dwindling but that did not concern them, they were coming upon a city and people fled before their marches. They could loot the city before setting it aflame. Those who joined the ranks had an innate love and fascination of fire. Those who were there longest kept to themselves, huddling together in groups to eat their meals, the newer ones socialised. They tried to talk to the older ones, get points or tips but they were ignored. It was as though they didn’t even exist. Lesser beings that should not be acknowledged. They slept peacefully, the sound of crackling hungry flames at their backs and the sweet heat of fire in their dreams. When they broke camp the fire had moved no closer, as they moved on, the flames followed. They would stop periodically, turn and unleash great sprays of flame from their guns.
The heat of the sun was making them sweat through their clothes, it was a hot day and the flames did not help. A few men collapsed, they were removed from the lines and replaced. They did not return. The few small houses they came across were quickly dealt with, all but one were abandoned. There was a man, outside, screaming obscenities at them, claiming that his family were still inside and that they would not move. The words were ignored and he was quickly ignited. His screams lasting a few seconds before the flames engulfed him entirely. They moved on, burning the house behind them. Everyone ignored the small child banging on the window, trying to escape. In the last few moments of its life, the child learned a harsh lesson. There is never an escape.
The men didn’t know why they did what they did. They were given orders and they followed them, no doubt it was some kind of punishment for transgressions, perhaps to keep the people down. They did not know and they did not care. They only cared for the burning fires, the dancing flames.