Between Light and Dark
Prelude,
He felt drowsy when he got to the end of the alley way. The alley way itself seemed to tired him as he walked through it. The walls were a worn red, showing the age of the bricks it was composed of. Moss coated the wall from the bottom to the top. It grew there as if it were an animal. He stumbled a few times before reaching the opening of the alley way to the street. Turning back he noticed how much the abundance of red had changed since he walked through.
He looked out into the streets. Deserted. It looked as thought no one had walked in the streets for a while. He was unaware of how correct he was at the time. He stumbled out of the alleyway and towards buildings. He thought out loud, and the sound of his own voice startled him.
"There's gotta be someone around here somewhere!" He yelled, receiving no answer other than his own voice being thrown back back at him. "Anyone?" He yelled again, getting the same answer as before.
He stumbled on. Why was he stumbling? He still couldn't understand why it was so difficult to walk. The road began to get hazy, and his vision started slipping away. Suddenly his feet could no longer stand his weight above them. The legs that had so kindly held him up for his whole life, until now, suddenly decided they no longer were required. He felt dizzy as he fell to his knees. The Earth suddenly lunged at his face, cold and hard. He could no longer feel any warmth, other than a pool of warmth around him.
The pool was his blood. He finally realized why he couldn't walk anymore. He was bleeding, but he didn't know from where or why. He was suddenly stricken with fatigue. His consciousness left him and he lapsed into sleep.
He felt drowsy when he got to the end of the alley way. The alley way itself seemed to tired him as he walked through it. The walls were a worn red, showing the age of the bricks it was composed of. Moss coated the wall from the bottom to the top. It grew there as if it were an animal. He stumbled a few times before reaching the opening of the alley way to the street. Turning back he noticed how much the abundance of red had changed since he walked through.
He looked out into the streets. Deserted. It looked as thought no one had walked in the streets for a while. He was unaware of how correct he was at the time. He stumbled out of the alleyway and towards buildings. He thought out loud, and the sound of his own voice startled him.
"There's gotta be someone around here somewhere!" He yelled, receiving no answer other than his own voice being thrown back back at him. "Anyone?" He yelled again, getting the same answer as before.
He stumbled on. Why was he stumbling? He still couldn't understand why it was so difficult to walk. The road began to get hazy, and his vision started slipping away. Suddenly his feet could no longer stand his weight above them. The legs that had so kindly held him up for his whole life, until now, suddenly decided they no longer were required. He felt dizzy as he fell to his knees. The Earth suddenly lunged at his face, cold and hard. He could no longer feel any warmth, other than a pool of warmth around him.
The pool was his blood. He finally realized why he couldn't walk anymore. He was bleeding, but he didn't know from where or why. He was suddenly stricken with fatigue. His consciousness left him and he lapsed into sleep.