˜”*°•. Fear , despair . Funny how the mind could slowly become accustomed to these . Treat them as the normal in an attempt to keep sane . He’d walked and walked , desperately tried to find someone, anyone breathing - yet , nothing but corpses had been found instead. Death and rumbles . He didn’t know when had the panic begun to simmer down . When had he stopped trying over and over again to time-travel, go back . This was his reality now, this was his life , and there was none but himself to blame for that .
It was impossible to sleep at night without the picture vividly playing inside his mind . The umbrella tattoos on the wrists of these people … He wanted to go back. Wanted to go back to his family, warn them . Yet, he could do nothing . Something was about to happen during the years that he was gone, yet he didn’t know what . That eye, whatever it meant, the only thing potentially giving out some clue . A clue that he was too dumb to catch yet. What had he been thinking ?
Hunger . Thirst . Exhaustion . These’d been the priorities he’d stayed focused on . To have solveable problems in mind , the only way to stay anchored, to not burst out crying for the thousandth time . Hunger . Thirst. There were still some stores around that he could search in . At least, till the food was expried, satisfying his hunger would not be difficult. And so, he went to the closest one he’d found - cans of beans and meat a very frequent lunch . While for dinner ? He asusmed some sweets could do . However, the moment he went to grab one of the said cans, he heard movement . He wasn’t alone .
❝ Who are you ? ❞ Wait . The face looked familiar - he’d been one of the dead bodies he’d come across with few weeks ago . He’d had the same umbrella tattoo as the others, as he did too . Could it be... ? But how ?
Starter for @muse-gathering
