•sequel to glitched•
Two years after the destruction of the Machine (and in turn, the destruction of the world as we know it) humankind has adapted to survive- forming large gangs that were constantly at war with one another in the fight for food a...
Oh yes my people. I am back with another chapter. A small confession... I actually wrote these last few chapters all in one night to save up because I knew I would probably have writers block some time again soon and I wanted to keep publishing for you guys.
Also I thought with the whole quarantine thing this was appropriate:
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••• District_515 year 02 post great shock •••
Amara POV
After hitting my head on a rock (and giving myself quite the bruise in the process) a number of things had happened, none of them being very exciting.
A bunch of Crazies had caught up with me, these ones chanting "eat her flesh and boil her bones, rip her hair and hear her screaming tones" So you really can't blame me for disposing of them. I was doing them a favor, freeing them from the prison they were trapped in: which in this case was the hell of their own minds.
After that I had run out of food, but was able to trade the Crazy's weapons for food at the nearest Farmer's.
My head didn't seem to take so kindly to the fall though, forcing me to significantly slow my pace. At the moment I was jogging lightly down the middle of a street, the sun having just come up over the distant mountains, the sky painted with pastel colors.
A light rain fell, one of the first rains of spring, if I was correct in my mental calendar. The winter hadn't been particularly harsh, but I noticed that as I traveled the temperature seemed to vary greatly, as well as the landscape. Sorta made me wish I had travelled more back when the earth was still in one piece.
The ground began to vibrate slightly, not with the force of an earthquake, but rather a stampede. A stampede of people to be more exact. Time to take cover.... I dashed into a nearby alleyway, pressing myself against the wall and sinking into the shadows. Just in time, too. A moment later a group of people ran down the street, cans and bags of food clutched in their arms, followed by a group knife-waving people looking pissed.
Well than.
I decided to stick to the alley, my eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness. I admired the graffiti that covered the walls, most of it chipped and faded but still beautiful. But as I continued to walk the graffiti grew weirder and weirder. There was a pattern of golden gears that reminded me oddly of the machine, and a few steps later I stumbled across an even stranger drawing- chillingly so.
It was me. Well... a brown-haired girl suspended in the air with her eyes glowing green, green lightning crackling around her body. Mouth open in a scream, cheeks streaked with tears. She was beautiful, so much so that I was convinced it couldn't be me.
I shivered, my breath coming quicker, in gasps. Who put this here? It looked fairly recent, done within the last year. Who had found the spray paint? And who knew? Unless... no.
