Thread: Into the Darkness (theycallmemunchkin x Reydan)

This is my first time writing for anything other than 1x1. If anyone reading wants to give me feedback or ways to improve, I'd love to hear it via PM. Really though, let me know what you think Jake, you there? Copy The elderly mouth spoke into the walky talky, answered by the soothing sound of static, just as successful as the previous three attempts had been. The weary eye'd farmer stared for a moment at the black portable radio in his hands for a moment before laying it carefully on the coffee table in front of him, atop a couple of magazines that his girls kept on up. Fashion and such.......he didn't really have much use for such things of course. But it still brought a sparkle to his eyes to see them light up at the sight of a new purse or some other shiny trinket. Something better than the dirt floors he had grown up with....... He took one last sip of lukewarm coffee before leaning back on the old couch cushion, sparing a glance at the shotgun sliding down it and onto the armrest after having been disturbed. A reminder, in a way, about how the world around him was finally punching into his happy little bubble. Like a weed sprouting amidst the corn, slowly turning from one into two. Then four. Even the watered down news reports had made that clear enough in their own sanitized language. The seasons changed, and a new kind of winter was approaching......... Steeling himself he hefted himself to his feet, clutching the trigger to the shotgun like an old friend and he rested the barrel lovingly on his arm. Sparing one last look around the darkened house in a quiet moment before his boots quietly made their way to the front door in the predawn hours, just as they had every morning for the past four decades. But this time he spared one last look back inside. The furniture about fifteen years past needing to being replaced, the old TV with its same old shitty rabbit ears antenna that never got any station other than 34. The loads of family photos dotting the walls, drawings and trophies and every little kind of nick-nack that he could collect throughout the years......... The sound of the door clicked closed behind him sounded like a gunshot as the pitter patter of rain started to sound softly against the tin roof of the porch as he gave the door a last tug to make sure it was tightly closed. Sometimes it stuck a little, and didn't close properly. You just have to make sure...... He said quietly, barely above a whisper as he turned his gaze towards the darkness off of his backporch, the fainest hit of fire on the horizon from the rising sun starting to crawl across the edge of the sky. This is my home......And the lord sayeth.....The curse of the lord is on the house of the wicked. But he blesses the homes of the righteous.........JACOB! JACOB CAN YOU HEAR ME? His voice boomed out across the black fields, drowing out the coming storm for a moment as he perked an ear for the voice of his young farmhand. Instead a shriek tore the air, dark figures suddenly springing to life at the intruder into their own personal hell. Breathing heavily as their dark forms made a straight line through the tomato and cucumber patches towards the lone figure standing on the porch. Com'mon you cocksuckers, I climbed Hamburger Hill. You aint nothin... The old man said coldly before raising the shotgun to his shoulder and pulling the trigger. ------------------------------------ The crack of the gunshot sent the 17 year old upright in her bed, her covers falling off of the black Nirvana tshirt she wore as PJs nowdays as her heavy breathing was the only sound she heard save for the raindrops against her windows. Ashleigh kicked her legs out from underneath the covers, her bare feet found her slippers quickly, letting the skinny redhead yank open her bedroom door and stick her head out into the hallway. What the hell was that?