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tamingthemuseTitle: Windows
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Salt of the Earth
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: First person POV. I reflect while looking out into a lonely night.
I walked through the library once again, eyes downcast as me feet slowly took me to the back, the far back where the reference books were kept. Where the windows looked over the highway and then the river, thus the bridge.
The sky had turned a dark shade of purple with the oncoming night and I snuggled into one of the chairs that was seated just so before the thin, tall windows. It was eerie sitting there in the dark, but I didn’t mind.
I had never feared the dark, had never feared being alone. It was only other humans that I had feared. I pulled my feet onto the chair and rested my chin on my knees.
I had watched movies and seen shows about what would happen to the world if all the humans left it and I wondered how truthful they were. What was happening around the world that I could count on from those programs? I knew that there was no power to turn on lights, and that food was rotting in thawed freezers. I wondered if power plants had turned into hazards yet, and how much time I had before they turned the whole world radioactive, or was this all just my fancy?
Was it all made up? Did the sky turn this odd color all the time and I’m only just now noticing it? I shivered in fear of the unknown and blinked my eyes, watching the skyline.
I had taken the day to gather food and blankets and other necessities from the great department stores that I hadn’t had before, to prepare for the quickly approaching winter. Whether it was going to be a normal winter or worse, was yet to been seen.
I shot a glance to the rows of computers and wished, not for the first time, for the internet to be back. With a snort, I buried my face in my knees and fought back tears.
I’d held on for so long, when the tears came, they shook my whole body. I cried and cried, unable to stem the flow as I fought to catch my breath. I didn’t want to die, but I also didn’t want to be the last person left alive.
I didn’t want to have to do all this. I didn’t want to have to find a new way to live, nor fight dogs and cats turned wild with hunger for my food and shelter. I felt the shudders course through my body, wracking my frame as I fought to control the sobs. I had always hated crying. Whenever I did so, I would fight against the tears, reminding myself that crying never solved anything, but as the same time, I always longed for someone to come and wrap their arms around me, to hold me and pet my hair and to tell me it was all going to be all right.
A mother’s touch, I thought, breaking down even more.
I never really had that, my mother being how she was never was the touchy feely type and that left me bereft. And now I never would have it. I was alone. Sealed here, to my fate while every other living person had passed away. Taken by an illness that I knew nothing about, could do nothing about.
Left behind, so to speak. I laughed at that, wiping my running nose on the back of my sleeve. I wasn’t religious, but I was raised in a world surrounded by religion, so I couldn’t help but ask, why me? Why was I left behind?
Was there some unforgivable sin I’d committed that this was my punishment? Or was I some salt of the earth, left behind for something greater? Who was I kidding?
I didn’t believe in any god, nor any predestined fate. I wasn’t smart, so I didn’t rely on science, so that left me with just myself.
I leaned back in the chair, noticing how hard it was against my back, and sighed as my hot tears kept trailing down my face. I was a coward, thus had hidden away from the illness in my house. I wasn’t stupid, so I kept myself clean and kept away from those that were ill. I survived because I was scared of dying.
But if I lived, wouldn’t it stand to reason that others would have lived as well?
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Salt of the Earth
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: First person POV. I reflect while looking out into a lonely night.
I walked through the library once again, eyes downcast as me feet slowly took me to the back, the far back where the reference books were kept. Where the windows looked over the highway and then the river, thus the bridge.
The sky had turned a dark shade of purple with the oncoming night and I snuggled into one of the chairs that was seated just so before the thin, tall windows. It was eerie sitting there in the dark, but I didn’t mind.
I had never feared the dark, had never feared being alone. It was only other humans that I had feared. I pulled my feet onto the chair and rested my chin on my knees.
I had watched movies and seen shows about what would happen to the world if all the humans left it and I wondered how truthful they were. What was happening around the world that I could count on from those programs? I knew that there was no power to turn on lights, and that food was rotting in thawed freezers. I wondered if power plants had turned into hazards yet, and how much time I had before they turned the whole world radioactive, or was this all just my fancy?
Was it all made up? Did the sky turn this odd color all the time and I’m only just now noticing it? I shivered in fear of the unknown and blinked my eyes, watching the skyline.
I had taken the day to gather food and blankets and other necessities from the great department stores that I hadn’t had before, to prepare for the quickly approaching winter. Whether it was going to be a normal winter or worse, was yet to been seen.
I shot a glance to the rows of computers and wished, not for the first time, for the internet to be back. With a snort, I buried my face in my knees and fought back tears.
I’d held on for so long, when the tears came, they shook my whole body. I cried and cried, unable to stem the flow as I fought to catch my breath. I didn’t want to die, but I also didn’t want to be the last person left alive.
I didn’t want to have to do all this. I didn’t want to have to find a new way to live, nor fight dogs and cats turned wild with hunger for my food and shelter. I felt the shudders course through my body, wracking my frame as I fought to control the sobs. I had always hated crying. Whenever I did so, I would fight against the tears, reminding myself that crying never solved anything, but as the same time, I always longed for someone to come and wrap their arms around me, to hold me and pet my hair and to tell me it was all going to be all right.
A mother’s touch, I thought, breaking down even more.
I never really had that, my mother being how she was never was the touchy feely type and that left me bereft. And now I never would have it. I was alone. Sealed here, to my fate while every other living person had passed away. Taken by an illness that I knew nothing about, could do nothing about.
Left behind, so to speak. I laughed at that, wiping my running nose on the back of my sleeve. I wasn’t religious, but I was raised in a world surrounded by religion, so I couldn’t help but ask, why me? Why was I left behind?
Was there some unforgivable sin I’d committed that this was my punishment? Or was I some salt of the earth, left behind for something greater? Who was I kidding?
I didn’t believe in any god, nor any predestined fate. I wasn’t smart, so I didn’t rely on science, so that left me with just myself.
I leaned back in the chair, noticing how hard it was against my back, and sighed as my hot tears kept trailing down my face. I was a coward, thus had hidden away from the illness in my house. I wasn’t stupid, so I kept myself clean and kept away from those that were ill. I survived because I was scared of dying.
But if I lived, wouldn’t it stand to reason that others would have lived as well?
