joi, 25 octombrie 2012

The chronicle of voidness - Part 7

     Who am I ? Lets say " the unnamed hero ". Where do I come from ? Not so important. Where is my family ? My friends ? Hmm ... You will find out soon.
     This thick mist is sticky, harder and harder to breathe through. I am walking down my street, heading to my town center hoping to find some answers there. The wind has stopped, suddenly is very quiet around here, looking like another " dawn of the dead " morning. At the nearest gas station I've stopped. Looking around I strangely recognize my neighbor jacket, an old lady who always wear a big orange jacket.
     Madam are you there ?

[ to be continued ]

Niciun comentariu:

Trimiteți un comentariu