Even in Death
Prologue
The gloomy, lonesome house stood segregated in a desolate wasteland. They say sad souls make polluted environments to match their withered state. A fair few meters way lived yet another lonesome soul, slowly disintegrating into a whisper. Some people believe the world is run by a primal being, and something's are 'fated' to be, planned out from this very being. All I can say is that whatever force drove the two figures from their holes into the light of day is a very powerful source indeed.
Two shadows unrecognizable under their grey cloud found themselves walking to no place in particular. They strolled side by side simultaneously across the street from one another; yet, not paying attention to anything but the journey ahead. As one gloomy figure crossed the street he did not pay much attention too anything until it heard a sudden buzz of a car horn from behind. By the blink of an eye the other figure grabbed it and pulled it away from the road and certain death by car.