The Prey

I lost interest in the conversation ten minutes in. I nonetheless couldn’t fathom why I was still doing this. Still sitting in on ridiculous meetings about economy and structure, when all I kept hearing every time I turned up was the same thing. Money. More and more money, that’s all they wanted. The ludacris vain little things that humans deemed important. Vital perhaps. Something that faded in and out of existence with every new advancement and I say the word advancement with a grain of salt. Maybe it's their short life spans that make them feel the urge to do things rather quickly. I'll never understand.

My eyes slid close tuning them out as I laid in the chair. This was the other agitating issue. All I did was sleep, but I was yet to actually get rest. I really should pass this one to Hayden as well. My head throbbed endlessly, while I cringed in the chair. This damn pain felt like it was about to tear my head apart. I leaned back resting my head against the chair, before my body