Why Didn't you run?
A howling wind tore though the long abandon American city of Fairfield. It's unkempt roads and sidewalks dirtied by trash and absent vehicles. All of them with doors left open from a time when those that ran through the city were living with sane minds. Yet those who made now the mast majority of the town minds were were poisoned and brittle. Now as the first of snow fall came from the sun blocking clouds over the town they left the streets huddling into the empty buildings.
Save one who the others ran from upon seeing. A thin skeleton that crouched on a curb on the opposite side of the street before a decaying department store door. Long unnatural fingers strong enough to puncture stone dug into her own shoulders. Sunken in eyes that starred unblinking ahead into the doorway. Hallowed out whispers in the back of her mind made out forgotten words.
" Tired...No more pain..No more loneliness..I want rest...Come ."
She could smell the scent which the wind brought to her though the shattered door way. The scent not like those who's body's were rotten and angry ,but fresh and afraid. Those who smelt fresh brought end to those who were rotten. Sitting restless for those doors to open ; for her Grim Reaper to come her dry blood shot eyes begun to tear. Her throat became caught in her mouth and the choking sobs flooded the street. Rocking foreward and backwards she cried in pain.
" HURRY! ...HURRY! HURRY HURRY HURRY HURRY! KILLLLLLLLLLLL MEEEEEEEEE!"
If one could go mad whilst already being so she was about to prove it to be ture. Her mind filled with screams so loud it was about to shatter again. Till she heard the door open and her mind became pure silence. Then she heard a foot step then another. Rubbing a tear gobbed eye with her plam she looked at what was hopefully her death.
Clothed in a thin worn jacket and pants stood a young boy no older then fourteen. His face hidden under long black hair which more then needed to be cut. Gripped in his gloved hands a long black cylinder with a hole in the end. To her eyes it was if she knew the word she had forgotten ; Heavenly. Hope began to fill her body. Hope that he would use it like she had seen other fresh scents use such cylinders to get rid of the rotten scents. Then she felt fear. Fear that he would run as others had.
All ran from her. Not even the rotten scents dare to be near her. With horror filled eyes she cried that he would not run. While she shook and shattered he stood still and unmoving. Tired brown eyes studying the Witch and everything else around. Then withdrawing back into the department store he left the young girl where she sat heaving.
"Ran...He ran...Die...I wanna Die..."
Head falling forward she let it hang between her knees. Teeth biting quivering lips drawing blood that stained the slowly grown snow on the ground. Choking on sobs she briefly wondered if perhaps she could choke on them. Then she wondered what choking was. Completely unaware of anything anymore.
Not the cold.
Not the pain from her lips.
Not the nose of the wind.
Not the slow shuffling of feet and moans.
Not the reopening of the department doors and the fresh scent coming towards her.