Corroded“Ugggg”, I moaned. I woke, lying down, with my face against a cold, stone wall. The air around me is cool, but not cold. Cooler than it had been that day.
I opened my eyes and they decided to take their time focussing on the sideways world in front of me. They eventually settled on a crowd of hobbling shadows about a hundred yards away. My vision was glazed with a white smudge, and the shadows swayed side to side.
They were zoms, wandering aimlessly from side to side, across a dew-sprinkled field of high, tan grass that swayed along with the almost motionless bodies.
Lifting my head, I felt a burn and pushed myself upwards, straining my muscles. I stuck to the cold floor as I rose and leaned against the back wall. My foot hurt, and it was bruised around the ankle.
Feeling the cold metal of my M16 pressed against my shoulder blades and the leather strap that always seemed to dig into my shoulder no matter how i positioned it, I rolled down my left sleeve. Somehow it had ende
Vitreous“The man entered his favorite room. He had never seen it before, yet he knew it was his favorite. He loved it more than any other room in the castle. On the wall, a one of a kind painting hung of a golden lion. A large, regal, red rug smothered the cold, stone brick floor and macabre faces shined down upon it from his friends standing around. They were dressed in bright, weightless, colored robes and had gleamy, pale skin. The man loved his friends, as they would always wait with him until he went to bed.
Eventually, though, the sun would set in the distance, and they would leave with the fading light. They always left before the darkness, as if they were afraid of what would rise from the shadows.
The man didn’t mind their nightly absence though, because he knew they’d be back, as always, and so they were, arriving at dawn as they always did. Again they were dressed in bright clothing wrapped around them that seemed to brighten with the light as it entered the room.