I often like to daydream about existing in a world much different from ours.
•my bones ached with regret as the warm sun awoke my slumbered body and soul. My long, porcelain skin wrapped limbs shook as they stretched out from my torso. The ground felt cold as my soft feet sunk down and my legs stood me up. The stray cat vocalized softly from behind the curtains, probably watching the morning birds. I groaned as my fingers gripped the cold quartz and glass vials.
Existence has been so strange since the night of rack and ruin. In a way, it feels much more natural, humane, and free....but, it's still eerie.
The vials chimed softly as I lifted the tops and dripped the cold liquid substances on my skin.
There aren't many people left here in Wither Brook, a few residents left in the city but I've stuck to the outskirts.
My scratched, scarred and cracking skin optimistically soaked in the substances contained by the vials.
I always felt weird visiting the city these days, the place used to be overpopulated! There were family shops lining every narrow, curvy street. Cafe's and Pub's used to keep the sidewalks lined with curious customers. Now its all overgrown, abandoned and decayed.
My shaky fingers placed each vial back in its place carefully.
The streets are lit by flickering lights, if at all, and theres a complete wave of silence over the whole town. The night of rack and ruin truly decimated the world and society I once knew.
My feet slipped into my, now very grungy but once soft and fluffy slippers.
Now a days most living things were trying to do just that, live. I spent most of my waking hours foraging for food, berries and other herbs that maybe used for medicine. I care for the stray cats and other animals I see around my small cabin. I cook the food I find and I mash the berries and herbs into my vials for medicinal use. I've simply survived since the night of rack and ruin. However, I crave more...