A colossal wreckage lay bare in the moon's light. Shedding it's cool light upon the destruction. One impact zone lies in the center, spreading damage throughout the lands.
These lands were slowly overtaken by nature, newly established cliff-sides showcased the wreckages effects.
The earth still smelled smoky from the great explosion, showing just how powerful mankind is, showing just how terrible mankind is. So easy to pin the blame, everyone except for the negligent. Except for the abusive.
Nearby the wreck there are various landmarks, ruins of a school, charred and collapsing, vines and thorns growing on its walls, a pitiful metaphor spread right before your very eyes.
Farther away a broken and almost hidden metal room lies. A shining red button so tantalizing, so tempting, yet so sinful in the dark. Broken down machinery lie nearby, ruined by nature.
This colossal wreck preserved in time. A horrible sense of Deja Vu, a cursed sense of nostalgia, sickening feelings of home spread from the wreck. It was so warm yet so cold.
Near the very beginning, the start of this all, there was a memorial.
A dark wooden sign stood leaning in the cold dark earth of this odd yet familiar place, it was a terrifying feeling of nostalgia and scrawled onto that sign were three words.
HERE
LIES
WESTVILLE
Terror clung to the barren earth surrounding this sign but it was clear to tell this had been a town. One of memories, tormentful and yet peaceful. Solemn clouds hung over the muddied dirt and rubble casting shadows as the night was swallowed by day.
Maybe someday the legends that surrounded this abandoned land would begin to fade and the tragedy of everything that occurred there would be lost to time.
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(UNDER EDITING) The Runaways of Westville
General FictionA dark wooden sign stood leaning in the cold dark earth of this odd yet familiar place, it was a terrifying feeling of nostalgia and scrawled onto that sign were three words. HERE LIES WESTVILLE Terror clung to the barren earth surrounding this sign...
