52 Days of Disaster - Day 43
Watchmen/The Sandman
Start of another Death & Dan. Sorry if you're sick of it.
It’s been a year since… Well. It’s been a year since everything, when she knocks on his door at half-an-hour-to-midnight and hopes that he’ll answer. Her day is almost up, but there’s one person that she’d really like to see before everything gets called time.
There’s silence for an awfully long time. Or maybe it just seems longer because she is vulnerable out here, and it’s cold, and dark, and even though the ‘Manhattan Attacks’ as the world calls them have managed to force down crime rates, there’s bound to be the odd loony left, and she really doesn’t like to think about what might happen if she were hurt in this form.
“Dan, I know you’re in there! It’s me, please, just let me in…” She doesn’t laugh at the irony of letting her in. Her day has really seriously sucked this time around. Death Walking The Earth always sounds impressive but usually ends with her completely exhausted.
And she doesn’t actually know, per-se. She’s just hoping. She’s been doing that a lot today.
Okay, so maybe today hasn’t really sucked that much.
The wind picks up, and she shivers, burying her hands in her jacket pockets and wishing she’d thought to bring gloves.
Start of another Death & Dan. Sorry if you're sick of it.
It’s been a year since… Well. It’s been a year since everything, when she knocks on his door at half-an-hour-to-midnight and hopes that he’ll answer. Her day is almost up, but there’s one person that she’d really like to see before everything gets called time.
There’s silence for an awfully long time. Or maybe it just seems longer because she is vulnerable out here, and it’s cold, and dark, and even though the ‘Manhattan Attacks’ as the world calls them have managed to force down crime rates, there’s bound to be the odd loony left, and she really doesn’t like to think about what might happen if she were hurt in this form.
“Dan, I know you’re in there! It’s me, please, just let me in…” She doesn’t laugh at the irony of letting her in. Her day has really seriously sucked this time around. Death Walking The Earth always sounds impressive but usually ends with her completely exhausted.
And she doesn’t actually know, per-se. She’s just hoping. She’s been doing that a lot today.
Okay, so maybe today hasn’t really sucked that much.
The wind picks up, and she shivers, burying her hands in her jacket pockets and wishing she’d thought to bring gloves.