TAWOG - We All Still Die (Glitchybombs)

Chapter 1

And we all still die.

Yeah we all still die.

What will we leave behind? 

Oh we all still die...

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-DAY 14-

It was completely quiet.

Elmore, while not exactly a noisy place per say, wasn't usually in a state of complete silence, like the one that now engulfed it. There were usually birds singing in the trees, though now it was just the sound of the wind. There were usually cars driving up and down the streets and roads, though the vehicles were now scattered around the roads, or crashed into buildings, abandoned. And usually, there were people. People getting their papers, or mowing their lawns, or heading off to work, familys spending time together and children playing happily outside. Though now, there was nothing. Just silence and emptiness in the once bright and lively neighborhoods. Elmore, while not exactly a noisy place, wasn't usually in a state of complete silence like it was now.

But that was before everything changed. 

Suddenly, the silence was broken. The soft sound of footsteps pounded down the asphalt of the street, along with the sound of ragged breathing, as a boy ran down the middle of the road.

He was young, looking to be no older than fourteen. He was monochromatic in color, having a black body, grey gloves and shoes, and a grey head in the shape of a bomb. The only parts of him that weren't in grayscale were the disturbing red splotches scattered across his clothes and body. He looked very harried, a grimace plastered across his face as he ran, clutching at the straps of the backpack on his shoulders. 

He stopped suddenly, skidding to a halt and looking around himself. The streets, houses, and yards of the neighborhood seemed completely abandoned, the boy being the only thing moving in the neighborhood, though despite this, he didn't lower his guard. He turned to his right and ran throught a yard, going to the side of a house and ducking behind the corner. He crouched down, with his back to the wall and a hand on his pocket, panting and looking around himself. Left, to the road he'd just run from, right, to a small path that led to the houses closed back yard gate, back to the left, before sighing and slumping down to sit on the ground, leaning his back against the side of the house.

"Fuck..." He mumbled quietly to himself, eyes closed as he leaned his head back and tried to catch his breath. After a moment, he twisted around to shrug off his backpack, unzipping the backmost compartment and riffling through it's contents. His fingers closed around the item he was looking for, and he pulled out a plastic water bottle. It was crumpled, and barely had enough liquid in it for a single drink. He grimaced, unscrewing the cap and downing the water in one gulp, before chucking the empty bottle to his right.

"And now I'm outta water..." He mumbled to himself. First he had run out of food, eating his last can of soup that morning, and now he had run out of water. It was official, he needed more supplies.

He sighed, running a hand down his face, and glaring down at the ground. He hated this, hated when he had to scavenge for the things he needed, hated it because of what he knew lurked around every corner. He never felt safe, never WAS safe, not even now, fear coiling around inside his chest at being in the neighborhood. There might not be anything in view, but he knew they were there, probably lurking in the houses, or under the cars, just waiting for him to get close enough so they could grab him and sink their teeth into-

He whined, burying his face in both his hands. This place wasn't safe, he could feel it.

But he needed supplies.