the DAMNED
Introduction
The sun was high in the clear blue sky, humidity heavy in the air. There was a draught in the end of the summer months, just before it came time to go back to school. Lawns were yellow and brown, cars caked with mud and dirt since no one could spare a drop of water to clean or hydrate anything other than themselves. Everyone was coming to accept that they had to make due with what little the had. The price of bottled water soared so stores could make a better profit and pay their employees. But for some, water isn't a thirst quencher. Those are the creatures of the night, who most fear and avoid but with good reason. But the race of such a creature seemed extinct, as if they had been killed off or locked in some chest that only a ruler of the damned could open. People think this to be myth, because it's fun to believe in monsters under the bed, ghosts in the streets, witches and wizards among us, and even murderers concealed in the dark. Creatures of our own imaginations out for us, to take us away and kill us. Beings who emerge from the depths of the sea, get a hold of us, and then vanish. A humans mind is so easily corrupted to believe the damned will rise again, then too quick to abandon those ideas.
So wrote the gypsy Nomina.