Bodies line the decrepit streets and the very air is full of death and disease. If he’d been anything less than a MONSTER of a man, then washing up on shore with all of the bloated corpses might have ensured himself a fatal case of the same organ failure that is wiping out most of the planet. But not even a barrage of bullets can halt him.
After washing up on this unknown, grave-littered island, Michael plods toward the row of massive houses looming on the horizon past the sea of graves. The closer he gets to his destination, he can see the lights from the top floor of the one nearest to him and what’s more—he spies a petite figure silhouetted in the moonlight. A girl. A teenage girl idly fiddling with her long locks as she gazed dreamily into the middle distance…. It brings back memories.
Judith sitting on a cushioned stool before her vanity mirror in nothing but her panties, slowly brushing her long hair… She never saw him approaching, knife in hand raised, rearing to STRIKE…
Will she see him standing there staring up at her, just past the fence that locks in the house and the dying yard? Will the wall provide her with a sense of safety when the blank-faced prince to her unfortunate Rapunzel won’t look away? Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair… Let me come inside.
cautious, her ear stays pressed against her door for a few seconds after shilo calls out to her father. SILENCE. and the breath she didn’t notice she was holding finally released as the teen pressed her back against the large door, glancing over at her half finished medicine before locking her eyes on the window just across her room. JUST FOR A FEW MINUTES,
one last glance was sent to the door as she tiptoed carefully towards the window as if a noise would cause her father to come running from work. separating her curtains, the girl sits and gazes into the dark world outside her window. her fingers find themselves pulling gently at the dark wig on her head as shilo glances down to the street just below her.
the sudden sight of the stranger staring up at her causes shilo to fall JUMP off the cushioned bench by her window, a hand reaching out to grab the curtains before pulling them over faster than she ever has before. although, however frightened she may be, the girl pulls back her curtains to peak out at the strange man once more.
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