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It was cold. Not a normal kind of cold. A cold that chilled you to the bone. Strange, seeing as the sun was high in the sky. She shook from the inside out as she peeked out a broken window with sharp edges. Days? Weeks? Months? How long had she holed herself up in this house. This desolate place. Ryyan Llewellyn wasn't even sure if she was alive anymore. Maybe this was hell. Maybe this was what hell looked like. She hadn't been a particularly good person with her 27 years on the earth. Whatever she had or hadn't been, what she was now was alone. Loneliness could drive a person mad. Insane. That was what Ryyan was feeling. She couldn't take one more day inside this house. It had started as her haven when the world fell apart but really it was her prison. A cell. Fear of what lurked beyond had kept her in and quite. She even sobbed silently now. However, today was the day. Her legs shook as she moved to stand on them. She controlled her breathing. A rucksack on her back. Today. It was early in the morning. Today was the day. Ryyan opened the front door with shaky hands. The world. It was before her. Dead. Decaying. Yet, the air smelt fresh and free and for a moment it was just another day. The way it used to be when the world was right and then Ryyan opened her eyes. The nightmare was still before her. Yet before she could lose her nerve, she closed the door behind her and with determined steps ventured into the world. Or rather what was left of it.
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Asher awakened in the cold and desolate place that he called home. The ruins of an ancient city surrounded him. He could not tell if it was day or night, but what he did know was that he was awake. He got up and looked around. The first thing he noticed was the quiet. It was always quiet here, but there was always the sounds of the wind. Now, even that was gone. All of the sudden a terrible noise broke the silence. Asher was terrified. He knew that sound. It was the sound of what he called a screechier. The legends told that anyone that came close enough to see it never came back to tell what it was. So Asher ran. He ran out of the ruins as fast as he could, unsure of what would lie ahead...
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Asher awakened in the cold and desolate place that he called home. The ruins of an ancient city surrounded him. He could not tell if it was day or night, but what he did know was that he was awake. He got up and looked around. The first thing he noticed was the quiet. It was always quiet here, but there was always the sounds of the wind. Now, even that was gone. All of the sudden a terrible noise broke the silence. Asher was terrified. He knew that sound. It was the sound of what he called a screechier. The legends told that anyone that came close enough to see it never came back to tell what it was. So Asher ran. He ran out of the ruins as fast as he could, unsure of what would lie ahead...
Asher he didn't know what lurked ahead, but he did know there was nothing but death back in the ruins
Flame stared into the fire, wishing for someone to come. She felt empty, soulless, useless. She sent another flame down into the fire, watching it burn the wood. She pondered leaving the cave for a moment. No, too dangerous. Last time she tried she was almost killed by a wolf- bird hybrid. If she left, it could kill her. As if she had said her thoughts out loud, she heard the screeching howl of the creature. She put out the fire, but it was closer than she thought. It had already noticed her. She grabbed her backpack and ran away from the entrance. There was a back entrance. She got to it as soon as possible and ran towards the unknown vastness of the broken world...
Was she bold? Daring? Once. Once upon a time she had been. Ryyan thought as she walked the ruins. So this was what it looked like when civilizations fell? How odd. One minute she'd been sipping her Starbucks complaining about the terrible service and next she had been running for her life. A shiver chased up her spine at the memory but the coldness that emptied her body disappeared as soon as it had arrived. The shadows of her mind chased away by a sound almost virgin to her ears. Ryyan looked up with a hand over her brow and shades. Some beast of mythical proportions glided high up through the sky. The hold of the shotgun in her other hand tightened.
"No Ryyan! You pussy! You are not going back!" She scolded herself as she pressed forward into the ruins. "Do you want to die in that ratty old house huh?!" She continued to herself. "Is that what you want? You want to die in a house? Alone? Of near starvation? No. I didn't think so. So shut up and carry on . . . There has to be something out here." Right?
It amazed her how quickly nature could start taking over the modern world. Trees and plants and wines intertwined and messed with the crumbling ruins and the broken and piled up vehicles that littered the streets. This couldn't be real. It had to be a nightmare. She must have drank too much one night bar hoping and she must be in a coma Ryyan thought to herself. "Has to be a dream . . ."
"No Ryyan! You pussy! You are not going back!" She scolded herself as she pressed forward into the ruins. "Do you want to die in that ratty old house huh?!" She continued to herself. "Is that what you want? You want to die in a house? Alone? Of near starvation? No. I didn't think so. So shut up and carry on . . . There has to be something out here." Right?
It amazed her how quickly nature could start taking over the modern world. Trees and plants and wines intertwined and messed with the crumbling ruins and the broken and piled up vehicles that littered the streets. This couldn't be real. It had to be a nightmare. She must have drank too much one night bar hoping and she must be in a coma Ryyan thought to herself. "Has to be a dream . . ."
Asher was tired. But he had to keep going. He had no choice. Up ahead he saw the strangest thing. It seemed to be a forest. He ran to it, hoping to find food and water.
Finally he thought. But soon after he got water, he collapsed, his mind spiraling into darkness.
Finally he thought. But soon after he got water, he collapsed, his mind spiraling into darkness.
It must have been hours she had been walking. Maybe leaving the house that had become her prison had been a bad idea after all. Anyway, what was wrong with a cell? It still had running water and there was lots of canned food; albeit she hated it but she'd still be alive right? But alone. Whereas out here she was just alone with the likelihood of ending up dead. There had to be something! Had to! She couldn't be the only on left alive. There must be cities . . . countries! With people! With people still alive!
Ryyan cursed herself as she continued walking. She found herself moving deeper and deeper into the foliage. The city was disappearing under a canopy of over growing green. She wanted civilization. Reality. But every which way she turned there was only the growing green. It was as she ventured deeper she came across a corpse on the floor. Yet unlike a corpse it looked healthy and living. She nudged the body with a booted foot. Her shot gun aimed at it with one loose hand just in case it started going resident evil on her.
"Hey . . . You alive?" She kicked the ribs. "Or I might have to eat you." She joked to herself wryly.
Ryyan cursed herself as she continued walking. She found herself moving deeper and deeper into the foliage. The city was disappearing under a canopy of over growing green. She wanted civilization. Reality. But every which way she turned there was only the growing green. It was as she ventured deeper she came across a corpse on the floor. Yet unlike a corpse it looked healthy and living. She nudged the body with a booted foot. Her shot gun aimed at it with one loose hand just in case it started going resident evil on her.
"Hey . . . You alive?" She kicked the ribs. "Or I might have to eat you." She joked to herself wryly.
Asher groaned, blinking as he woke up. As soon as he looked up, he saw a girl standing there, pointing her shot gun at him. He sprung to his feet and took a few steps back. wh- who are you?
Flame was wandering the plains, waiting to see something, just something. Somewere to hide. Then, in the distance she saw a forest. She ran to it as fast as she could.
Flame was wandering the plains, waiting to see something, just something. Somewere to hide. Then, in the distance she saw a forest. She ran to it as fast as she could.
Silver was in a cave, by himself, in the dark. He was terrified. He didn't want to leave, but he didn't want to stay. He was afraid the war was still raging. But, inside the cave was a creature. Just as he was thinking about it, he heard it's terrible groan, closer than usual. That was when he decided; it was time to leave. He bolted out of the cave, the monster close behind him, and ran, and ran, and ran, straight into the unkown...
Crow yawned, his perch on the tree seemed much to high for anything to reach him, but he knew otherwise. He needed to move, and quick. He looked around at the flor before jumping off the tree, allowing his black wings to catch him as he drifted towards the ground. The leaves of the forest crunched under his boots, allowing a crackling noise to sound with each step. Crow had no purpose, no place to call home for the mean time. His arms were caked in his blood from endless attacks and injuries. He shivered, the section of his arms that had failed to be covered let the cold creep into his body. His black wings wings huddled around his shoulders, generating warmth.
He sighed as he walked through the trees, rubbing his single forest green eye. He wished to sleep, however wasn't as trusting of this forest as the rest. He had been on the run for some time now. His name scattered across a surface he wished it to be removed from. He had nothing other than his chain, dagger and a few supplies that he was able to stuff into his pockets when he had the time.
Tuning himself out of his thought, Crow smiled as he heard the natural sounds of the forests. Tweeting of resting birds, whistling of the winds, rustling of the leaves. He placed a hand in his lilac hair, running his gloved fingers through its shiny lilac strands. Crow looked around, feeling a beady pair of eyes on him. It was a vixen, probably trying to protect her offspring. The winged boy payed it no attention, he had no master to protect and so had no need to get in a fight with the animals of the forest. Continuing his trek, Crow's wings stretched, along with his tail feathers which seemed to have their own mind. He hoped to find anything, anyone, soon.
He sighed as he walked through the trees, rubbing his single forest green eye. He wished to sleep, however wasn't as trusting of this forest as the rest. He had been on the run for some time now. His name scattered across a surface he wished it to be removed from. He had nothing other than his chain, dagger and a few supplies that he was able to stuff into his pockets when he had the time.
Tuning himself out of his thought, Crow smiled as he heard the natural sounds of the forests. Tweeting of resting birds, whistling of the winds, rustling of the leaves. He placed a hand in his lilac hair, running his gloved fingers through its shiny lilac strands. Crow looked around, feeling a beady pair of eyes on him. It was a vixen, probably trying to protect her offspring. The winged boy payed it no attention, he had no master to protect and so had no need to get in a fight with the animals of the forest. Continuing his trek, Crow's wings stretched, along with his tail feathers which seemed to have their own mind. He hoped to find anything, anyone, soon.
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