Judgement Day // Closed // Mirror!Verse
It was the silence that was getting to her.
After all these centuries, she'd grown used to the noises of the humans' constant movement, that had - unbeknownst to her - grown to a dull roar, a vibration that hummed constantly in the Earth. And while Kalliope hated humans and what they'd done to the beautiful essence of nature she'd grown somehow... Tolerant of them.
All their parties. All their decadence. These were things she understood. Liked, even, because what was she without the desire for pleasures of the flesh? But these humans... So reckless, so intent on spreading out.
And look where it got them.
It was poetic justice, Kalli thought as she traipsed through the wasteland that had once been London. The Eye was still standing, a giant skeleton in the middle of a place which had once been so full of life, of busy little people running around going about their daily lives without a clue as to what was coming. Another irony - the metal bullshit that they so prided themselves on came to outlive them in the end.
A noise behind Kalliope made her spin. There it was. A human, but it wasn't exactly human anymore, not in the true sense of the word. It was more animal than anything, the embodiment of raw hunger that Kalli so respected. But as it approached her, that respect did not keep her from ripping it to shreds with her bare hands before it could take a useless, but still painful, bite out of her arm.
The humans might have been diseased, but they were still tasty.
Then there was another noise. But the smell in the air wasn't the rancid stench of rotten meat or the ozone tanginess that accompanied these roaming dead. The smell was distinctly human, and it made Kalli grin fiercely. She had, after all, grown lonely. Whirling again, she looked at the woman who was standing there, sure that she looked quite frightening with the black blood staining her chin and the feral smile that stretched her lips.
"Hello, pretty thing," Kalli cooed, throwing down one of the unfortunate zombie's limbs. "I'm not one of them, you don't need to fret."
