Beane-Cat

5 stood outside the fail-safe walls of the sanctuary, gazing out into cold, vast emptiness. The low, orange horizon was dulled by a perpetual covering of gray clouds, clouds that made the days dark and the nights even darker. For miles in any direction there was nothing, nothing but ruin. Ruin, and the beast. Somewhere in that emptiness, 5's escape lay in wait. Had anyone been there, they would have seen his fear. It was on his face, in the way his eye stared and his lip quivered, the way his legs shook, how his hands were clutched tightly into fists at his sides. But no one was there. He was alone. All alone, just as he always was, as he a