THE OLD FACTORY 老廠
THE LAST RAYS of sunlight set the sky to an orange hue, making every shadow seem darker than the color black. Scanning the land below the dividing wall, Ahmya inhaled deeply, instantly regretting it.
It was a new smell, a frightening smell that carried the scent of the underworld; death. Eyes panning her life behind the wall over her shoulder, she spotted a large cloud of smoke fuming from the chimney of an old factory building.
Ahmya noted that the factory had been there the entire time her past faded behind her, and age and maturity swallowed her up. Her once long, beautiful hair was chopped into a short cut, her innocent figure curving into a feminine one.
The innocent heart that beat in her chest turned bitter and isolated with pure hatred and bottled anger. Ahmya was in complete control of her temper and emotions, ever since she came to the thought of escaping the hell she was in.
Looking away from her past, she inhaled the air once more, curiosity sparking something inside of her that made her tick with an uncontrollable want to explore.
Though what she usually desired was dangerous, it said something if Ahmya returned unharmed. She was gifted with admirable intelligence and beauty, yet trained with excellent combat skills.
Not dwelling in one place any longer, Ahmya ran along with the thick build of the wall, trusting herself as she glanced at the floor below. That’d be a painful fall.
Inhaling, she saw the handmade rope that lay waiting for her, trailing all the way back down into her side of the wall. Compared to the other side, it looked abandoned, the homes that used to be there, their wood rotting.
Catching her breath, she jumped, grabbing the rope and sliding her way down, enjoying the short trip of being in the air. Once her feet touched the ground, she pulled the rest of the length of the rope down. Hiding it in its usual spot, she looked for the smoke cloud.
Bolting into a run, Ahmya spotted the many secret underground tunnel entryways her group of people had started to construct. The one she had chosen to go through went in the exact direction she was heading to.
Hopping down the stairs that led to a dimly lit stone tunnel, Ahmya paced her speed, enjoying the silence around her. This was her only pleasure; exploring then destroying.
Stopping at the exit, she grabbed a repaired walkie-talkie she remember pick-pocketing from a patrolling soldier a year ago. Tuning the right channel by the knob on top, she pressed the button.
“Atsuka, you there?” Ahmya waited impatiently, her foot tapping as she waited for her sister to reply. In her family’s native tongue, Atsuka replied.
“I’m here. Where are you, the group’s been looking for you.” Huffing, she scanned the exit, then over her shoulder to check if there wasn’t anybody.
“The soldiers are burning something, it smells like shit. I’m gonna go check it out.” She heard her younger sister gasp over the line.
“No, Ahmya, don’t do that alone. Soldiers don’t come in small numbers. Bring me with you.” Knowing she wouldn’t win a fight over her calculative sister, she sighed before nodding.
“You better come quick, I’m in our old neighborhood’s district tunnel, be quiet and stay hidden. It’s almost nighttime.” Looking up at the darkening sky, Ahmya grimaced to herself.
“Got it. I’ll be there soon.” Turning off the walkie-talkie, she clipped it on her belt, her jagged and slightly ripped clothes most of what she has left.
. . .
Ahmya only waited for a good 15 minutes before she heard echoing footsteps behind her, traveling the tunnel. Tensing, she stared at the darkness before seeing her sister’s smaller frame appear with a young man.
She grinned to see a familiar, friendly face. “Yuta.” He waved before following her younger sister to meet where she stood.
“Let’s go...and quietly. Stick together until we get to the old factory.” Ahmya turned to go, but Yuta grabbed both of the Choi sisters, giving them a grim look.
“And don’t get caught.”