Scavengers

Date: 8/8/2018

Post apocalyptic world that had been reclaimed a bit. I was an orphan kid living with a grouchy old man who didn't want to be responsible for a kid. He probably had a tragic backstory or lost his family somehow. But I grew on him and he reluctantly started to love me. He had a workshop to make whatever he needed to survive and I would go out scouting looking for useful stuff. We lived in a valley beneath some big, nice buildings; probably rich people lived there in total comfort, but we never went there. I was a hella good acrobat. Like a spidermonkey. I met some other scavenger kids and became friends with another girl. We all stayed out late playing and fell asleep on some old piping/scaffolding we had been using as monkey bars. I half-woke up about to fall off, but my guardian old man (I forgot his name) caught me and laughed as he put me in a hammock he had strung up on the bars. Later we were hanging around some junkyard and at the top of a huge pile of stuff was a big lockbox that nobody had been able to get to. But I was a mad acrobat so I jumped up the debris and pulled it down. It had a bunch of useful tools inside and I gave it to my "dad" but my new friend wanted it for her own place (I guess she was in a similar living situation as me? But with a couple other kids too). I almost had to fight her for it. I woke up irl before I could find out how that played out.