Prompt: Post apocalyptic world

This was an unposted prompt of mine, I was still getting into the swing of things at this point

How long had it been since i had awoken? Days? Weeks? Months? I couldn't tell. I couldn't tell the difference between day and night or left to right, my inner clock and compass were going haywire. What i could tell was this: everything was in shambles.

There were many things wrong with this place, the sky was an empty, unsettling grey, it was always dark, sometimes a little more dark at times, like storm clouds, yet no rain would fall. There were these… statues of creatures whose faces had only one emotion present on their face: TERROR.

There were plenty of buildings, I assumed they were these creatures homes, doors were more often than not locked and there tended to be no one around. Would there ever be?

The most company i had were the statues, who weren't much for a two-sided conversation, usually just a one-sided one, me displaying my fear, and hunger. They never responded, they never did just the empty stare if horror was all they ever showed. No noise not even a peep. I kept imagining their responses though,

"What your Sttteeeeaaaallliiinnnggg!!" They would say, "Get out of my stall (or house)!"

Then I would respond, "Ha! Your just a statue! Stuck in place waddya gonna dooo!!?? Hahaha!!" Then I'd just get… self conscious. Was i going insane? Then my thoughts circled back to the statues. Could they see me? Were they judging me? Were the all connected? Could they even talk? Were they even alive at one point? Who built them? What was their purpose? Who knew at this rate.

My thoughts were a jumbled mess of confusion, terror, and hunger, food was a constant thought in my head. Always circling and coming back.

I released a sigh as i rummaged through an old merchant stall. Was it green? I couldn't tell, I was numb to any colour at this point. It was all dulled out, everything was rather emotionless, it felt like it was sculpting me and my personality. The numb feeling hovered over me like the sun when the clouds cover it from below.

Dread was a constant theme of this world. Was I gonna end up like this place? An emotionless husk? Immune to any sort of feeling? What sort of feelings did that intail? Remorse? Sympathy? I was scared of what I would become. Were these statues former creatures that lived here? What caused them to turn into stone? Was it this existential feeling that hung over me? The dread?

"Ha!" I laughed at my thoughts aloud, "To hell if i will ever know!!" I giggled to myself shaking my head pocketing anything of value and that looked edible. I assumed whatever these statues were it was caused by someone or something. Statues like this weren't natural. Too realistic.

I released a pitiful sigh glancing at the Chameleon like statue above me.

"Sorry for stealing," I muttered swiping some dust off of it, "Kinda need to eat."

I only found a few… seeds and some mushy berries, the berries i ate immediately not caring if they were bad, no point on keeping them if they were already rotting.

They were disgusting, i could taste the mold and general rot, but at the very least they lapsed my hunger for the time being.

I dry heaved after the second berry, i coughed shaking myself out and sighed, glaring at the two other berries.

"Down the hatch," I sighed plugging my nose with a paw and downing the other two blue mushy berries.

"Blech," i spat out saliva from my mouth to try to get the taste out, "Gross."

I stood up walked away from the stall, grumbling obscenities. This place was a living hell.

"How am I supposed to live?" I mumbled to myself looking at the ground, "That voice said i was destined to save this place… yet there's nothing to save," I shook my head and continued my thoughts aloud, "No people i can see, no real reason for me to help…"

I shook my head again and sat in the middle of this small town square. The small town itself had many buildings some close to the stream nearby some as far away from it you can get. The stream led to a lake no notable importance. The square had tile like designs on the floor as if marking this place as the "Town square." There was a small path leading up, i never went up because the sign was labeled, "School," and nothing useful comes from there take it from me.

I released a sigh and turned my back to the stall. I had no idea where I was or how i was gonna save this place, but right now my only goal was to survive.