This was my entry for 'The Make Ugly Contest'. >_> I honestly didn't know which one to go with so I went with the 'undead'.
I take a breath, finally having arrived at my destination.
I take another, as shallow as it was.
All has been lost to the smoke and yet I still smoke.
Ironic how I'm the only one left.
I breathe again, inhaling the smog that eternally shrouds this city.
We all knew it would happen one day. Some day.
I stare at the graves in front of me.
Some of people I knew, some of pets, others of children.
It's strange. Being the only person alive, I find myself here with the dead quite often.
Cliche to say it's the safest place on Earth, but it is. Especially now.They
don't like to come here. I don't know why. Maybe it reminds Them
that they're dead.
I inhale again, choking on the smoke.
Over time the world had become covered in smog and smoke.
I honestly don't really know what it was like when it wasn't.
My dad told me it was beautiful, there was green grass and none of them.They
are what's left of us...
When we die, the cancer that rots our bodies escapes.
We become mere shadows of our former selves.
When I die, I'll be one too.
When I die, They
will be all that's left...