[week 32, day 5 | dream]
[warning for possibly disturbing imagery]
[You never realized a world without the comforting background hum of electronics could be loud until you feel the silence heavy around you, calling attention to everything you should be hearing, and aren't.
No voices in the market. No one on the streets of Mizusato. No answer when you call for people, names and nicknames (M, Tobias, Yuui, Rin, Tree-Hugging Guy?), all but the one you're most afraid to discover isn't here.
It's a long walk to the restaurant, seems longer in the eerie silence. The door stands open, and it's empty.
"Where the hell is everyone?" you say, and the sound of your own voice startles you, ringing loud in the dead air. But there's no echo. The words vanish into nothingness, swallowed up.
You don't know where else to look.
They're all gone, aren't they? Just like you were always afraid (secretly sure) they would be.
Just you, and the dead world that you once began to be able to call home.
Himorogi the last oasis of green, and you walk there, as if they'd come back, as if you'd find them safe, arrived again. You sit under the tree, and nothing moves, not even the whisper of a breeze through the leaves.
Until.
Something dark, spreading across the ground, and you think it's the shadow of a cloud, until you see the way it... pools, slick and sticky, blue-black and viscous, oh god so much blood, and you scramble away, trying to gain your footing, but your boots slide in the red bubbling out of the ground on the other side of the tree, cutting off your escape route.
All you can do is cling to the tree and hope against hope the blood doesn't reach you. You know things are going to get a lot worse if it does.]
[Matt wakes up shivering, and he can taste blood, realizes he bit down on his lower lip as he slept.
He doesn't notice the symbol that's appeared on his forehead.]
[You never realized a world without the comforting background hum of electronics could be loud until you feel the silence heavy around you, calling attention to everything you should be hearing, and aren't.
No voices in the market. No one on the streets of Mizusato. No answer when you call for people, names and nicknames (M, Tobias, Yuui, Rin, Tree-Hugging Guy?), all but the one you're most afraid to discover isn't here.
It's a long walk to the restaurant, seems longer in the eerie silence. The door stands open, and it's empty.
"Where the hell is everyone?" you say, and the sound of your own voice startles you, ringing loud in the dead air. But there's no echo. The words vanish into nothingness, swallowed up.
You don't know where else to look.
They're all gone, aren't they? Just like you were always afraid (secretly sure) they would be.
Just you, and the dead world that you once began to be able to call home.
Himorogi the last oasis of green, and you walk there, as if they'd come back, as if you'd find them safe, arrived again. You sit under the tree, and nothing moves, not even the whisper of a breeze through the leaves.
Until.
Something dark, spreading across the ground, and you think it's the shadow of a cloud, until you see the way it... pools, slick and sticky, blue-black and viscous, oh god so much blood, and you scramble away, trying to gain your footing, but your boots slide in the red bubbling out of the ground on the other side of the tree, cutting off your escape route.
All you can do is cling to the tree and hope against hope the blood doesn't reach you. You know things are going to get a lot worse if it does.]
[Matt wakes up shivering, and he can taste blood, realizes he bit down on his lower lip as he slept.
He doesn't notice the symbol that's appeared on his forehead.]
