Thread: District 7 (Rave & darkangel76)

The fire sparked along the wooden logs in a bright blaze that lit up a pitch black room. The air was dead and silent, not a sound of joy nor a whisper of a hope to be heard. This place, right now this place was overwhelmed with the feeling of burden, this place was drowned in the gravity of hopelessness. This place was in a pit so deep, so dark, that it seemed the only way out was the murder of your own self. The fire did not provide light, no. It was only a reminder of what this place could not achieve. A reminder that this place would never again see something so bright and powerful as fire, never again shine as brightly, never again rise into the sky. Yet the pitch black silence was broken with a mere whimpering voice, a single question drove a wooden steak through silence. Mother...what's going on? Zaine Crawford took his small steps out into his house's living room, where the fire sparked along the wooden logs and the air fell dead and silent. He walked, holding onto a small stuffed bear close to his chest. His feet trembled, his heart raced like an escaping prey, and his fingers would not stop shaking. Step after step, he made his way to the couch where he could make out the silhouette of his parents sitting motionlessly on the couch by the fire. Zaine reached up his right hand to try and touch his mother's dress to get her attention, only to freeze at the sight of himself. Instead of flesh there was metal, instead of blood there were gears and wires. He had forgotten he was a monster, he had forgotten that he should not be afraid of this darkness as he was told this was his domain. Tears frantically began to fall down his rosy cheeks, at the sight of himself as his mother sat there motionlessly, knowing what fate was about to become of them. How was it, that an infected got past the walls to begin with, no one knew. How was it, that out of the Eighty Nine Thousand living in the Capital it found him. How was it, that it chose to bite a boy of merely seven and sink it's rotten teeth into his arm. How was it, that oh-so-conveniently, the Fortress' medics were there right on time to decapitate his arm. No one knew the answers to these questions. All Zaine's family knew was the plates and vases he broke on command, the decay that he could bring to a wooden object, making it rott upon touch. He intended for none of it, but it happened, and his mother's cold stillness was oh such a bitter reminder of it all. Here....S-s-s-s-s-sooomeone...---F---Flesh. The strange words uttered from his mother's lips. What? Mother? Are you alright? Mother...Mother?? Mother?! Zaine screamed, and just like that a sudden pain hit his chest and head and a giant breath was taken. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Along with a giant breath, came a rise from dreams and nightmares as Zaine awoke from his nightmare by his...Friend's gesture. He took several quick heavy breaths, every single one of them more painful that the other. He just had to remember this now, He just had to have his wretched past over and over every time he closed his eyes for a moment's rest. With a sigh, he rose from his makeshift bed and kicked some dirt onto the fire to put it out. What are you babbling about, Babylon, there's no life on this side of the wall. I'd call your brother alive but...well, he's missing two arms and half his head is shot off. To think I took out half of the guy's brain and he's still walking around. Resilient is your family. He snorted, trying to shake off his dream with bad humor. He walked around their cave, a small yet somewhat roomy, temporary home where he established a base. It's been over twenty years since he was thrown off the wall, more than twenty years after they all died...Snap, he didn't want to think about this anymore, and so conveniently, Babylon interrupted his thoughts. No...M-Master...N...New...Newnewnewnew...Flesh...G-g-girl over the...wall... The Zombie, apparently domesticated, turned to Zaine and pointed towards the wall itself. This snapped Zaine out of all his thought process, as he stared blankly into Babylon's eyes. WHAT?! Are you certain? She'll die in minutes! And of corse she had to pick the fucking day where the fourth colony of the district is hunting beside the fucking wall. For all that is heavenly she must have an IQ of nothing! Zaine quickly put on his armor, fashioned from old gears and metal that he had forged in fire himself. He grabbed his pistols and his grabbed his sword that was bathed in the blood of the decay themself. His arm was no longer just a piece of metal, but a full on weapon with blades and gears. His body was scarred from bottom to top, nothing ugly, but merely the slash marks and wounds, the bite marks and gashes of battle. Stay the fuck here, I'm going to go hunting.