Post by R on Apr 22, 2013 19:43:11 GMT -5
R stumbled, his legs uncoordinated and weak beneath him, stumbling futily as he tried to gain some kind of purchase upon the barren forest. It was uneven with roots and branches tangling this way and that. He fell often, stumbled even more so. he still hadn't discovered where he was or how he had gotten here. This place seemed so barren of life, worse even than the decrepit mass the world had become. R groaned futily, the top of his converse snagging the root of a tree and he stumbled, ricocheting off the branch before righting himself. A groan pulled itself from his voice box, whether in irritation, or because it was the only sound he could make... he would never know.
Blood dripped from his chin and crusted beneath his fingernails. The farmer had never seen him coming. He had been upon him before the old man could even lift his rake. The man had been decrepit, old, he had lost his wife a few years back, his kids had all moved on and he had been left alone. Loneliness had saturated his soul, that taste had been bitter. But his memories... a delectable smorgasbord of thoughts, emotions, feeling. Breaking his leg as a kid, the smell of his mothers meat pies, the first time he met his wife, the day he married her, the day his first child was born... it had been delightful. R hadn't felt quite so...well... dead.
The lake entered his view and the man groaned complacently once more, stumbling forward, eyes rotating in his skull. He was still reeling from the onslaught of emotions and memories. he crashed into the water, two feet sinking into the uneven ground before he dropped to his knees with a dull splash. he brought his hands done and splashed the water upon his face, watching the water beneath him slowly turn to a pink hinge. He would need to get the blood off, especially if he was to blend.
Blood dripped from his chin and crusted beneath his fingernails. The farmer had never seen him coming. He had been upon him before the old man could even lift his rake. The man had been decrepit, old, he had lost his wife a few years back, his kids had all moved on and he had been left alone. Loneliness had saturated his soul, that taste had been bitter. But his memories... a delectable smorgasbord of thoughts, emotions, feeling. Breaking his leg as a kid, the smell of his mothers meat pies, the first time he met his wife, the day he married her, the day his first child was born... it had been delightful. R hadn't felt quite so...well... dead.
The lake entered his view and the man groaned complacently once more, stumbling forward, eyes rotating in his skull. He was still reeling from the onslaught of emotions and memories. he crashed into the water, two feet sinking into the uneven ground before he dropped to his knees with a dull splash. he brought his hands done and splashed the water upon his face, watching the water beneath him slowly turn to a pink hinge. He would need to get the blood off, especially if he was to blend.
