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tamingthemuseTitle: Riots in the Mall.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: As for those who disbelieved, their deeds are like a mirage in a desert
Warnings: doesn’t make sense?
Rating: PG
Summary: I live in a world all to myself. But there are always reminders of other people.
Before, there had been riots all over the world. When it was revealed to be a worldwide disease, people everywhere had begun to panic. Many fights and bloody battles had begun to spread throughout nations as people fought against death. Some sought riches as the population dwindled. Others sought to help those they could.
I walked through the mall, chewing on a bit of candy that had survived time and broken glass. The mall was a mess; glass, clothes, and paper littering the floor and even in the bushes that were overgrowing their pots.
Near the middle of the mall there was a tall clock tower that had long ago stopped counting the hours. I sat near it, picking through the bag of candy and wrinkling my nose at the stench from the café.
Before me there was a store that had been ransacked, just like all the others. Once it had been full of trendy clothes and I had made a trip out there at least once a month just to look. I could never afford the clothes, but I had loved looking at them. Now the store was grey with dust and disuse. The clothes were absent, or ripped beyond use.
I sighed and stood. I entered the store by ducking under the broken aluminum cage and walked through the mess.
There was nothing behind the desk now, not even the cash register had survived the attacks. I passed that and went to the back doors where an old sign said “Employees Only.” This room hadn’t seen as much action as the main part, but still was trashed. I found a few boxes and grinned upon seeing sweaters.
There was a wool sweater that I didn’t wait before slipping on over my head. I packed my backpack with clothes and then crawled back under the cage. I found thick socks and even a heavy blanket in another two stores. Sufficiently prepared, I started walking back toward one end of the mall, toward the exit closest toward my house.
There was a wall that had once been blank, pure white with only a few water stains, that had blocked off an empty store near the exit. I bit my lip as I passed it, frowning as I averted my eyes.
I had visited the mall during the beginnings of the riots and panic and had refused to come back. I hadn’t been back, until now.
There had been people from dozens of different religious sects proclaiming that the end was near and doom to all. I had been frightened and angered and never wanted to see anybody ever again, then my wish had been granted, and I wondered at religion, now.
I hadn’t been religious before, and I don’t believe I am now, but others were. There was proof they were here and the white wall was no longer only stained with water, but with black ink, red spray paint and markers. Vulgar insults, graffiti, and words of prayer littered the wall, reminding me of the panic I had warded off.
“Repent!” the wall said. “The end is near!”
I couldn’t stop myself from pausing to read what was written, as much as I didn’t really want to be reminded.
“Sinner, beg for forgiveness.” Something about the government being behind it all. Another about terrorists starting it. Something else about it all being lies.
I tilted my head to read one. “As for those who disbelieve, their deeds are like a mirage in a desert.” There was a bit of news paper added to the wall just under this quote and I remembered when it was published. There had been an attempt to cure the disease by the government, but it had been too little too late.
I pulled off the news article and read it all, my brow wrinkled. It said that those that had tested the cure had shown symptoms of returning to health, but it was still too early to announce conclusive results.
Then my legs gave out from under me and I wondered what had happened to those that had tried to attempt at a cure. For the first time, I wondered if anybody besides myself had survived.
Would I have the nerve to search them out?
Fandom: Original
Prompt: As for those who disbelieved, their deeds are like a mirage in a desert
Warnings: doesn’t make sense?
Rating: PG
Summary: I live in a world all to myself. But there are always reminders of other people.
Before, there had been riots all over the world. When it was revealed to be a worldwide disease, people everywhere had begun to panic. Many fights and bloody battles had begun to spread throughout nations as people fought against death. Some sought riches as the population dwindled. Others sought to help those they could.
I walked through the mall, chewing on a bit of candy that had survived time and broken glass. The mall was a mess; glass, clothes, and paper littering the floor and even in the bushes that were overgrowing their pots.
Near the middle of the mall there was a tall clock tower that had long ago stopped counting the hours. I sat near it, picking through the bag of candy and wrinkling my nose at the stench from the café.
Before me there was a store that had been ransacked, just like all the others. Once it had been full of trendy clothes and I had made a trip out there at least once a month just to look. I could never afford the clothes, but I had loved looking at them. Now the store was grey with dust and disuse. The clothes were absent, or ripped beyond use.
I sighed and stood. I entered the store by ducking under the broken aluminum cage and walked through the mess.
There was nothing behind the desk now, not even the cash register had survived the attacks. I passed that and went to the back doors where an old sign said “Employees Only.” This room hadn’t seen as much action as the main part, but still was trashed. I found a few boxes and grinned upon seeing sweaters.
There was a wool sweater that I didn’t wait before slipping on over my head. I packed my backpack with clothes and then crawled back under the cage. I found thick socks and even a heavy blanket in another two stores. Sufficiently prepared, I started walking back toward one end of the mall, toward the exit closest toward my house.
There was a wall that had once been blank, pure white with only a few water stains, that had blocked off an empty store near the exit. I bit my lip as I passed it, frowning as I averted my eyes.
I had visited the mall during the beginnings of the riots and panic and had refused to come back. I hadn’t been back, until now.
There had been people from dozens of different religious sects proclaiming that the end was near and doom to all. I had been frightened and angered and never wanted to see anybody ever again, then my wish had been granted, and I wondered at religion, now.
I hadn’t been religious before, and I don’t believe I am now, but others were. There was proof they were here and the white wall was no longer only stained with water, but with black ink, red spray paint and markers. Vulgar insults, graffiti, and words of prayer littered the wall, reminding me of the panic I had warded off.
“Repent!” the wall said. “The end is near!”
I couldn’t stop myself from pausing to read what was written, as much as I didn’t really want to be reminded.
“Sinner, beg for forgiveness.” Something about the government being behind it all. Another about terrorists starting it. Something else about it all being lies.
I tilted my head to read one. “As for those who disbelieve, their deeds are like a mirage in a desert.” There was a bit of news paper added to the wall just under this quote and I remembered when it was published. There had been an attempt to cure the disease by the government, but it had been too little too late.
I pulled off the news article and read it all, my brow wrinkled. It said that those that had tested the cure had shown symptoms of returning to health, but it was still too early to announce conclusive results.
Then my legs gave out from under me and I wondered what had happened to those that had tried to attempt at a cure. For the first time, I wondered if anybody besides myself had survived.
Would I have the nerve to search them out?
