This week’s prompt comes from The ForesterArtist
Go and have a look!
The group all crouched down, copying her as she looked out into the forest.
“It’s a car,” Carl said.
Everyone relaxed. Laylas walked out toward it, lowering her gun.
“We must be close to the city,” she said.
She ran her hand over the rough, rusted metal. They needed to find medicine for their mother. Only hardened Jaguar Warriors were sent to the city to find anything that the village could use. Laylas imagined the city would look a lot like the car; stripped and laid bare.
“We should stop a while,” she said, looking at Carl. “Rest while we can.”
“No. If Jaguar Warriors catch us, they’ll kill us.”
The rust left red dust on her fingers. Laylas smeared it across her cheek, pretending to be a blooded member of the Jaguars. Carl didn’t find it funny. He licked his thumb and wiped away her stripes.
“You’ll get us killed before they ever find us,” he said. Laylas quickly fell in behind the rest of the group, some rust still on her fingertips.
*Jaguar Warriors were inspired by Aztec Military. I watched a video about it the other day where it was briefly explained. It seemed like a good idea for a post- apocolyptic society. You can read about it here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jaguar_warrior
*Laylas was meant to be Layla, but I accidentally added an S and now I like it.