A Giant's Wasteland (G/T)
Tara didn't remember much of the time before the outbreak. What others held onto in these frightful times, she tried to forget, praying it'd someday disappear, like sketches in the sand being washed away by the weightless tug of the waves. The only memory that she gave the time of day to be replayed, the one thing she kept going back to, was how quickly it happened. No one expected it, anticipated such a sudden tragedy. It was like it was creeping up on them all; it was always meant to happen, always going to, but no one could have known. Day by day it crept closer, gradually looming over them all like a storm cloud, just waiting for the moment where everything would change.
She hated them. Brutes, she and a few others has taken to calling them, though they were known by many other names to whoever was left out there. Unimaginably enormous, senseless giants. They were all once people, that she knew.
Not anymore.
That much was clear. They chased the scent of a human like mindless dogs, satisfying their unquenchable craving for human flesh, before it arose again, and they went back to scavenging their broken world for the prey.
It was bizarre how they'd once all been people. They had lives with a family, friends, likes and dislikes, interests and passions... only to be degraded to the zombie-like giants they were now. No thoughts, no emotions. No empathy. They took what they could, no matter how it might mean everything to someone else, before they came back for more.
So why was this one different?
