Faint cries of the Fading Dead
How thin is the line between living and dying?
Time Unknown
A forgotten room
Long left unloved and alone, the street lay in a shadowy hell of sorrow and gloom. In a dirge of anguish and emptiness, it wailed out in a suffering loneliness, only filled by the dim glow of blinking amber, that emanated from the darkness above.
No life, no laughter, no warmth stirred within the hollow; only a soft, sporadic buzz that crackled and hummed over the darkened avenue, that fell from the eyes of the void, like tears upon the forgotten grave of a mother’s child. Like a weeping willow, the old withered street light, drooped in melancholy as the dying light drifted away.
Sara shivered from the creeping cold.
Through open seams of the old window, a soft, dank wind crept through, carrying with it, faint echoes of horror that seemed to cry out from places dark and unseen, howling for comfort from agony unknown as their voices, long robbed of the living breath, filled her ears. As the horrid shadow of the coming hungry loomed over, the rotting scent of the lonely dead sickened her to the very core of her stomach. She closed her eyes.
Those faint cries…could they be from survivors…or did they even have a chance?
Standing slowly from the remains of a once, elegant chair, Sara gazed, for a moment, down upon the misty darkness that lay beyond the safety of the drafty window. Through the fog, she could see houses, long dead and empty, though the dim lights from within, burned on as if loved ones would soon come home to their warm embrace. As she slung her tattered old backpack over her shoulders, the dark red light from the lamp behind her, cast a ghostly shadow upon the near wall, contorting her curvy figure into an eerie shape.
If I can get out, maybe others have as well…I can’t die, not here, not now.
After tightening the straps of her pack, she turned back toward the window. With her finger, she left a note in the thick dust that covered it, hoping that if anything, they would know someone tried. With a deep sigh, she pulled the black 9mm from the holster that hung at her side. Through the darkness, she faded.