Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 15, 2015 10:49:06 GMT -4
This story was the result of a lucid dream.
I'm a surviver of The Winter. I'm just trying to survive. I was a normal joe in Chicago when everything froze over. Plenty of people survived, plenty died. We don't know why or how it happened, it just did.
I was in one of the shantytowns of Chicago, and I discovered a particulary non-damaged house. I decided this should be my residence until further notice.
I opened the door and searched the house. There was a red shag carpet on the floor, and some couches gathered around it, like campers at a campfire. The flooring was in good condition, so I locked the door and took off my shoes and placed them next to the table. I checked the cabinets, there was surprisingly a lot of food. I plucked a chocolate bar when I noticed an SD card. Then another. And four more. Please no, I don't want to be crying over the former owner of this house. I had my camera with me, so I took an SD card and put it in.
I was moved. A girl named Bethany lived in this house, and had three friends. They went to Grant Park whenever they could. They had normal lives. I didn't. I grew up as the "Enemy". I lived in street gangs, I had a good thing going until the Winter. My entire gang died.
Day by day passes, I learn more of this girl. She was very funny, according to the videos on the SD cards. She has blonde hair, that went straight down, her eyes were a emerald green. Her face was like a woven basket.
I looked at my hands. What is the point of this! I'm just going to die anyway. There's no need to continue living. This Winter is never going to end, help will never arrive.
My... Lifeblood... Spills over.
(ie the narrator commits suicide because he saw the body of bethany in a closet and he feels living is pointless)
Would you like me to remove the ending and continue?
I'm a surviver of The Winter. I'm just trying to survive. I was a normal joe in Chicago when everything froze over. Plenty of people survived, plenty died. We don't know why or how it happened, it just did.
I was in one of the shantytowns of Chicago, and I discovered a particulary non-damaged house. I decided this should be my residence until further notice.
I opened the door and searched the house. There was a red shag carpet on the floor, and some couches gathered around it, like campers at a campfire. The flooring was in good condition, so I locked the door and took off my shoes and placed them next to the table. I checked the cabinets, there was surprisingly a lot of food. I plucked a chocolate bar when I noticed an SD card. Then another. And four more. Please no, I don't want to be crying over the former owner of this house. I had my camera with me, so I took an SD card and put it in.
I was moved. A girl named Bethany lived in this house, and had three friends. They went to Grant Park whenever they could. They had normal lives. I didn't. I grew up as the "Enemy". I lived in street gangs, I had a good thing going until the Winter. My entire gang died.
Day by day passes, I learn more of this girl. She was very funny, according to the videos on the SD cards. She has blonde hair, that went straight down, her eyes were a emerald green. Her face was like a woven basket.
I looked at my hands. What is the point of this! I'm just going to die anyway. There's no need to continue living. This Winter is never going to end, help will never arrive.
My... Lifeblood... Spills over.
(ie the narrator commits suicide because he saw the body of bethany in a closet and he feels living is pointless)
Would you like me to remove the ending and continue?
