Where have you been?
How long had it been? Days? Weeks? Months?
He wasn't sure.. Maybe a year.. Time seemed to have washed away into nothing..
Slowly he made his way up the front path, bare feet slapping softly against concrete cooled by the evening air. As he moved the sun rose behind him, casting the sky in a orange and pink haze. He was in no rush to be the sunrise, maybe it didn't even register that the sun was indeed rising right behind him.. Then again maybe it was just because he felt numb.
Lacking his usual flair for an entrance he took the front door in a pale, clawed hand and pushed it open with minimal effort. The familiar scent of home, safety, brought a flickering smile to his face as he crossed the threshold and shut the door behind him. He remained there for a few minutes, eyes shut tight just to listen to the sounds and catch all the scents of home. Finally after deciding that nothing felt out of place he moved from the door toward the first floor sitting room.
He had been walking for some time, the bottom of his feet stained with dirt and the cuffs of a pair of bloodstained, white surgical pants were completely worn out and frayed. The pants were tied but barely, the garment hung off his currently bony hips at an awkward angle.
Arms at his sides he moved into the room, a dull and tired expression on his face, the body was present but the mind long gone from its current position. He looked like a walking ghost, white from forehead to the tips of his toes, black hair dull and lifeless around his shoulders, but his eyes.. His eyes were a bloody, angry red.
"...I'm home.." He whispered to anyone that was there to listen..
