The Tragedy in the Making
Another glimpse into the beginning of the story! More blurbs on their way - we’ll give you an inside look on the characters and events in the game even before its release!
You walk into the burned remains of the town, arms wrapped around yourself. The buildings are mere skeletons of what they once were - blackened stilts barely balanced in the ashes.
The first person you come across is crouched over a small hole she’s dug into the ashy dirt. The older woman’s gnarled hands are shaking as she digs.
“I came to bury them,” she says aloud, as if sensing you standing behind her. “But there’s nothing to bury. It should’ve taken me, too. That way I wouldn’t be alone now…”
You walk away quickly, leaving her to mourn in the ashes.
The next people you come across is a little boy crouched in the dust and a ranger standing over him trying to convince him to stand up.
“They’re gone,” the boy replies to something the ranger had said before your approach. “They’ll come back though, right? If I wait long enough, they’ll come back…”
The ranger notices you, and turns, his eyes heavy. “Everyone’s lost something,” he murmurs. “Everyone’s roots are tied back here - family, friends...I came here to help but I’m frozen by it too.”
He gestures to the boy in the dirt. “He won’t leave...No matter what I do or say, he won’t leave…”
“Did you find him like this?” You ask, hesitantly.
“No, he ran away from the center where all the survivors were being taken care of. Maybe...I’ll just have to leave him be until he’s ready. His body, soul, heart...it’s too young for such a tragedy.”
You continue on your way, breathing in the ashen air.
The next people you find are a young couple, standing hand in hand in the remnants of a building, the remaining beams poking up into the sky like blackened fingertips. The man’s face is blank, eyes dark, the woman’s still slick with fresh tears. She must hear the sound of your muffled footsteps because she begins speaking softly, though it’s unclear if she’s talking to her partner, you, or simply to herself.
“Isn’t it strange, thinking that somewhere people are still continuing with their lives like normal? That this feels like just another insignificant story on the news, untouchable to them?” She looks up into the clear blue sky, her chest visibly rising and falling. You can see the gray dust on her fingertips, as if she was trying to find something in the grave wasteland around you. “The sun is shining...yet it shouldn’t be. There shouldn’t be any light for such a disaster. The sun may continue to shine, but I don’t think its light will ever reach me again.”
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