Post by polarbaehr on Jun 25, 2014 17:59:53 GMT -5
Unbitten
Chapter 1: Evaluna
Seems like an endless pass. Walking for an eternity. Nobody to talk to, or keep you company. Where is everybody? Oh, I remember! Everyone DIED. It seems like I am the only living thing along with the little fires here and there. How did this all happen? I wish I knew. It’s like I miss everything when you fall asleep. I have a weird feeling like I am dead but every part of my body functions fine. A cool breeze seems blows some debris. The sun rays seem to bring out my pale skin. I am not sweaty. I glide my hand across my face. My skin is not at regular temperature... I am colder than I should be. I am hit in the head. I fall to my knees and look around. The streets seem to be empty. My head pounds again. I look in between each alley of the townhouses. Nothing. I place my hands on my head. I feel like I was just shot in the head. It’s just a headache I tell myself. I stand up and continue to walk in the middle of the street. Cars flipped over. Town houses cut in half, some even in piles. I start to notice every single detail, the fly circling my head. The little fire burning up an oak leaf. The wind slowly heading east. I am starving. Like a roar of hunger just pushed me. Not just for the seven eleven midnight snacks. Or the hamburgers my neighbor would cook on the grill. It’s a hunger as if it was unstoppable. I try to ignore the fact that the thought of how I haven't eaten in a while might be the cause. I walk to the end of the street and turn to look both ways. Of course, I don’t know where any of each road leads to. I am lost, confused and most of all, hungry. I rub my stomach, to keep it from growling at me. I talk the road to my left. More town houses to my left and to my right I get a good view of the freeway below. Sadly, there is a fence to keep from wlking downhill to the frence. The freeway is filled with cars. Flipped over, on the side, on the right side up and even smashed to smitherins. I seemed to have walked without noticing. I stepped on some glass. My bare feet are as pale as the rest of me. I bring up my right foot and notice im bleeding. I am about to take out the glass when it heals. The bleeding stops and the glass lays on the surface of my foot. I am astonished. I flick the glass of. I pick up my other foot. No blood. Nothing. I am left with some blood on my index finger. I am strangly attracted to the blood. For a moment I want to lick the blood of my finger to feel the metalic taste melt on my tongue. I wipe my finger sowly but unwillingly on my torn jeans. I am still in shock of my healing foot as I come to a four way cross path. If I continue straight ahead it looks like its the same four way crossing every two blocks. If I go to my right, it’s a bridge across to another four way crossing. But if I go across the bridge I can go up into the hills and look below upon the city. The path to my left is a street full of small shops and I bet it goes to the heart of the city. I decide that I could use some clothes, so I head up the street full of boutiques. I walk down the left side of the street, I look through the broken glass of each shop. My cloth remains consist of a torn green sweatshirt with the logo Go ducks fading away. My bottom half is covered by aeropostel navy blue skinny jeans with rips here and there. I enter a pleasing boutique called
Chapter 1: Evaluna
Seems like an endless pass. Walking for an eternity. Nobody to talk to, or keep you company. Where is everybody? Oh, I remember! Everyone DIED. It seems like I am the only living thing along with the little fires here and there. How did this all happen? I wish I knew. It’s like I miss everything when you fall asleep. I have a weird feeling like I am dead but every part of my body functions fine. A cool breeze seems blows some debris. The sun rays seem to bring out my pale skin. I am not sweaty. I glide my hand across my face. My skin is not at regular temperature... I am colder than I should be. I am hit in the head. I fall to my knees and look around. The streets seem to be empty. My head pounds again. I look in between each alley of the townhouses. Nothing. I place my hands on my head. I feel like I was just shot in the head. It’s just a headache I tell myself. I stand up and continue to walk in the middle of the street. Cars flipped over. Town houses cut in half, some even in piles. I start to notice every single detail, the fly circling my head. The little fire burning up an oak leaf. The wind slowly heading east. I am starving. Like a roar of hunger just pushed me. Not just for the seven eleven midnight snacks. Or the hamburgers my neighbor would cook on the grill. It’s a hunger as if it was unstoppable. I try to ignore the fact that the thought of how I haven't eaten in a while might be the cause. I walk to the end of the street and turn to look both ways. Of course, I don’t know where any of each road leads to. I am lost, confused and most of all, hungry. I rub my stomach, to keep it from growling at me. I talk the road to my left. More town houses to my left and to my right I get a good view of the freeway below. Sadly, there is a fence to keep from wlking downhill to the frence. The freeway is filled with cars. Flipped over, on the side, on the right side up and even smashed to smitherins. I seemed to have walked without noticing. I stepped on some glass. My bare feet are as pale as the rest of me. I bring up my right foot and notice im bleeding. I am about to take out the glass when it heals. The bleeding stops and the glass lays on the surface of my foot. I am astonished. I flick the glass of. I pick up my other foot. No blood. Nothing. I am left with some blood on my index finger. I am strangly attracted to the blood. For a moment I want to lick the blood of my finger to feel the metalic taste melt on my tongue. I wipe my finger sowly but unwillingly on my torn jeans. I am still in shock of my healing foot as I come to a four way cross path. If I continue straight ahead it looks like its the same four way crossing every two blocks. If I go to my right, it’s a bridge across to another four way crossing. But if I go across the bridge I can go up into the hills and look below upon the city. The path to my left is a street full of small shops and I bet it goes to the heart of the city. I decide that I could use some clothes, so I head up the street full of boutiques. I walk down the left side of the street, I look through the broken glass of each shop. My cloth remains consist of a torn green sweatshirt with the logo Go ducks fading away. My bottom half is covered by aeropostel navy blue skinny jeans with rips here and there. I enter a pleasing boutique called