To Walk

Surviving Again

To Walk is gonna be a TRILOGY I THIIINK AGHHHH!!!!

Bro just suggested it and I have an amazing name suggestion from @p0tat0-g0ddess

(thank youuu)

Alright, please vote, comment, and enjoy!!

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RECAP

AVA WOODS' POV

          Outside, the air had cooled, though the sun was still high in the sky. I surmised there were at least a few more hours before sundown. Clopping over to the stream, I again knelt and drank, the cool water refreshing me greatly. Staring at the far-off wall, I realized I'd have to start hunting again or face starvation. I remembered seeing some wild wheat growing up in a few abandoned houses, but that would not last, and birds would have undoubtedly ravaged it, leaving little in their wake.

          Forcing myself up, I made for the wall, intending to at least check out the woods, see how many animals lived within. Perhaps I could even set up a snare to catch a rabbit...

          As these thoughts flitted through my mind, I remembered to utter a small prayer to Notch, "Please, lord Notch...please tell me I did the right thing..."

END RECAP

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Surviving Again

AVA WOODS' POV

          As I traversed the streets, occasionally having to weave around large, fallen chunks of stone, I looked in awe at the crumbling buildings, all made of light, tan-colored bricks. Oak supports, now rotting away, jutted up from the buildings like ribs of a giant beast. Pillars lay haphazardly across the street, vines growing down like curtains on them, causing me to have to duck, brushing aside the plants. Weeds and flowers grew up between the large paving-stones of the streets, and vines snaked up the sides of abandoned houses. In some places, the buildings were connected above the streets with little, curved bridges of stone, still standing. I was amazed, the beauty of this city was still present, even after it had been destroyed.

          I came upon a large market square, faded and ragged wool banners and striped stall coverings swaying gently in the cool breeze. A quartz fountain, its design mimicking that of the pillars of the fortress, now stood, bone-dry in the center, grass growing in it. Overturned wagons, furniture, and old crates were strewn about the open space, some creaking from the wind shifting them. Other than the faint flapping and creaking, it was eerily quiet. Not even the cry of a bird, the whinny of a stray horse, or the moan of undead coming from the shadows of the alleys broke the heavy silence.

          Weaving my way through the still chaos, I peered into the shadows of the collapsing stalls and the darkened doorways, looking for a sign of any life whatsoever. I was, however, only met with the remains of others' lives. A strange sadness stole over me as I passed by a small, wooden animal in the street, worn and bleached from years in the sun and rain. What looked like a once-beautiful and happy town, thriving and safe, now stood empty, silent, and abandoned.

          My crutches clopped quietly as I headed steadily downhill for the large hole in the city wall I'd seen. As I let my eyes roam over the streets and buildings lining them, a dark puddle in the center of the crumbling road caught my eye. I hesitated, crept closer. It shone a deep red in the fading sunlight, and I gasped softly as I noticed a bloody handprint. This must have been left from when he'd tried to get to the fortress...that...scream I had heard right before he appeared. I skirted the dark puddle, shuddering, then continued down the road.