Stop Giving me Choices, I can't Make Decisions. IP: 92.41.20.166 Posted on May 26, 2010 at 01:39:52 AM by Blake
The day was as grey as my mood as I wandered along the borders of the Core, looking out for any food I could find. There was no life to be seen, I couldn't even snatch a fish out of the water let alone catch something on the ground. It was dead, like the waves that usually lapped like fiery tongues at the shore. They were silent now, slowly rocking back and forth in the night. It could have been day, but I would never know, the cloud of ash was still thick above our heads and it made the sea appear merky and sickly black. I stood at the shore and looked out, pulling a cigarette from the box in my pocket. I lit it with my lighter which appeared to be slowly running out of fuel. Great. Just Great. I groaned and inhaled on the stick deeply. The smoke swirled in my mouth for a moment before passing down into my lungs. I know, I'm not immortal. I don't want to be. But nicotine was my devil that sat on my shoulder and it would be there till the day I died. I was happy to be that way. I was happy to die that way.
I continued to smoke in silence, keeping an eye out for any life in the darkness, but for now, all I could see through the cool grey was nothingness. I could hear movement, but it was only the earth complaining of its misfortune. Someday, I would lay to rest here, but I wouldn't die like this, I wouldn't die from cancer or from drowing. From volcanoes or from some familiar gone awall. No, I wanted to die fighting, whether it be in wolf form or human, I'd protect my child. He would live to be his name, Prophet. But for now, the days of dying seemed so far away, if starvation didn't kill me. I flicked the end of the cig into the waves and turned. It was then that I saw movement, too big to be an animal. It was more like a person coming towards me. I stood and inhaled, I couldn't smell anything over the salt of the waves. Who was coming to bother me on such a grey day? Replies: