pseudokindness
she`s shaking to the bone with fear, and yet the sheer amount of anxiety paralyzes her, rooting her to the spot. a giant semi-truck much larger than she, much heavier than she, and gaining more momentum than she could ever withstand approaches faster and faster. she swears it`s going to hurt but she feels nothing. it`s dark, pitch dark, and it`s so quiet she can hear her own thoughts screaming, âi`m dead. i`m dead. there`s nothing more. i`m dead.â
that`s the last of what she remembers before winding up in this dump of a town.
it lacks the glamour of city life, and the constant overcast gives an illusion of a chill in the air when the humidity just makes the scent of rotting corpses stronger. she`s still in her suit, but she removed her mask long ago after greedily slurping clean running water. there`s an irony in the thirst she feels despite being dead, and she wonders what she`d done during her lifetime that landed her in such a miserable afterlife.
ten years in a bunker, away from civilization. cindy can only wonder what she could have possibly done to get so much bad karma.
gravity takes its pull as her knees collapse beneath her, lowering next to a fresh corpse. there`s color in its cheeks, but cindy hasn`t seen a (real) living thing since she`d gotten here. dead bodies aren`t so bad⊠once you got used to them.
Really now, this wasnât the glamorous life of rock bottom Kumagawa was living in. He wasnât an apt hunter or survivalist. Well, maybe a survivalist to some extent. But the comfort of city life where he could buy food or drink as needs be was not existent here.
He could only temporarily turn his hunger and other needs into nothing. But every time they returned they struck hard to his body.
Really now, his life had truly hit the bottom of the barrel. Maybe with some rest, right here, on the cold hard ground, he could get back into the swing of things. Yeah, that sounds good.
It didnât take long before the vultures of this world had already started to gather around him. This vulture took the shape of a girl.Â
He turned his head and looked at her with his half-dead eyes.
ă Hey, what gives? Iâm not a scrap meal yet. ă















