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ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ғɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ
No one knows what to expect. Whether the city is somehow still standing, or whether it's completely gone.
Izzy is still unconscious, but she's at least muttering, reassurance that she's not dead. The bite seems to be healing nicely, but the worry of her turning still lingers.
Even if she doesn't turn, she will always have a reminder of what happened. But it doesn't matter right now, not when they have so many other things to worry about.
They've been traveling since yesterday, trying to get to the city without encountering any more cranks.
They haven't encountered any other survivors yet, if at all. They're still reeling from Luna's betrayal, and yet, somehow, they still worry for her.
She was with them since the maze. She was one of them, a part of their ragtag family. And she did this to them. She betrayed them.
After everything they've been through, together, she chose evil. Whatever trust they might've still had years from now, there's no chance of it ever again.
Izzy snaps awake, eyes glancing around wildly. Her vision is unfocused, having just woken up. She is trying her best to figure out what is currently going on.
"Iz. You're okay."
Harriet's voice reaches her ears, and almost immediately her shoulders sag in relief. They help her up off the makeshift cot they've been toting around and check on her every once in a while, as they make their way to the city.
When they arrive, the site that meets them makes their stomachs churn. It was as if it was a place frozen in time, where the echoes of laughter and the whispers of secrets still lingered in the air. The city, once bustling with life and energy, now lay in ruins, its grandeur reduced to crumbling facades and overgrown gardens.
As they entered the city, they were greeted by a haunting silence. The cobblestone streets, once teeming with merchants and musicians, were now overgrown with weeds, reclaiming their territory. The buildings, once majestic and proud, now stood as mere skeletons, their windows shattered and their walls covered in layers of ivy.
The city's main square, once a hub of activity, was now a desolate wasteland. The fountain that once danced with crystal-clear water now stood dry and cracked, its stone cherubs forever frozen in a state of longing. The benches that once offered respite to weary travelers were now covered in moss, their wooden slats worn and weathered.
As they ventured deeper into the city, they discovered remnants of its former glory. The grand theater, with its ornate balconies and velvet curtains, now housed only the ghosts of applause. The library, once a sanctuary of knowledge, now held only tattered books and faded pages, their stories lost to time.
The abandoned city's cathedral, with its towering spires and stained glass windows, was a sight to behold. The sunlight filtered through the broken glass, casting a kaleidoscope of colors upon the dusty pews. The air was heavy with a sense of reverence, as if the spirits of the faithful still lingered within those hallowed walls.
In the outskirts of the city, they stumbled upon a forgotten park. The swings swayed gently in the breeze, as if beckoning children to come and play. The carousel, once a whirlwind of laughter and joy, now stood motionless, its painted horses frozen in mid-gallop. The laughter of children, once the soundtrack of this place, now only existed in the memories of those who once called this city home.
As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow upon the abandoned city, Izzy couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy. This place, once a vibrant tapestry of life, now lay forgotten and forsaken. Yet, amidst the decay and ruin, there was a strange beauty. The city's scars told stories of triumph and tragedy, of love and loss.
Once upon a time, in a world ravaged by the unforgiving claws of an apocalyptic event, there stood a city that had once been a bustling hub of life and activity. Now, it lay abandoned, its streets echoing with the haunting whispers of a forgotten era. The buildings, once proud and towering, now stood as crumbling monuments to a civilization long gone.
In this desolate place, the air hung heavy with a sense of melancholy. Nature had begun to reclaim what was once hers, as vines snaked their way through broken windows and wildflowers burst through cracks in the pavement. The city's heartbeat had ceased, replaced by an eerie silence broken only by the occasional creak of a rusted sign swinging in the wind.
The streets, once teeming with people, were now empty and desolate. The remnants of a hurried escape were scattered about, as if time had frozen in the midst of chaos. Abandoned cars lined the roads, their tires deflated and their windows shattered, as if they had been left behind in a desperate attempt to flee the impending doom.
The grandeur of the city's architecture was still evident, even in its decay. Once magnificent skyscrapers now stood as skeletal remains, their steel frames reaching towards the heavens like bony fingers. The glass that once adorned their windows had long since shattered, leaving behind a mosaic of shattered dreams.
There stood a once vibrant marketplace. Now, it lay in ruins, its stalls overturned, and its wares scattered. The scent of decay hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of spices that still clung to the abandoned stalls. It was as if time had stood still, freezing this once bustling place in a moment of eternal abandonment.
The city's parks, once a sanctuary of greenery and laughter, now resembled overgrown jungles. The swings and slides of children's playgrounds stood rusted and forgotten, their vibrant colors faded by the relentless sun. The laughter that once filled these spaces had been replaced by an eerie silence, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the distant howl of the wind.
She couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness for what had been lost. This abandoned city, once a testament to human ingenuity and resilience, now stood as a haunting reminder of the fragility of our existence. It served as a stark warning, a testament to the consequences of our actions and the price we pay for our hubris.
And so, she left the abandoned city behind, carrying with her the weight of its forgotten stories. As Izzy walked away, she couldn't help but wonder if there was still hope for humanity, if everyone could learn from the mistakes of the past and rebuild a world that would never again fall victim to the horrors of an apocalyptic fate.
𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴'𝚂 𝚂𝚈𝙿𝙽𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚂 To be honest, I've been having such writer's block lately, like??? I don't know what's going on with that, but I don't really like this chapter, but it is what it is, and I've been so sick the past few days like I've been so miserable.
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