Hey guys. : / so no reviews last time? Not much motivation to continue. For you people who favorite or follow the story, please! Review!
Enjoy Ember's ghost town adventure.
So apparently, although I cannot be burned, my clothes can. I managed to smother the flames, but not before my potato sack burned to ash. I stand stark naked in the middle of a ghost town. Not a soul in sight, nor flora nor fauna, nor anything that says that anyone has lived here for the last fifteen years. A few homes managed to escape the wrath of the inferno, yet they still stand empty. I crack open the chipped front door of a particularly untouched house. It's a two-story house, standing about twenty feet tall. It's constructed of redwood but poorly painted brown. The wood is splintering, and as I am barefoot, I am forced to tip-toe.
"Hello?" My voice is still scratchy, and I'm parched. No response to my call. The floors moan with the little weight I carry. I enter a sitting room, with two red velvet couches and a mahogany coffee table, with a massive crystal chandelier pulling the room together. I pass through and ascend the stairway around the corner. Everything here is so immaculately clean, for being abandoned. These people were wealthy, and regal. A red egyptian carpet covers the steps. It's nice on my feet.
Upon investigating the rest of the house, the decorating scheme is relatively consistent, except for one of the children's rooms. The girl was, for lack of a better word, punk. Posters of bands I've never heard of, pictures of her in her happier days with friends. She's got animated blue hair and pale skin. A massive dresser sits on the right wall, with a mirror set on top. I approach, and view my face, like I've never seen it before. It doesn't… fit me. Something's off, though I can't pinpoint what. The girl in the picture… looks like me. More like me- than I look like me. But it's not me. I open the closet, searching for something to adorn. I can't stay bare forever. Every pair of jeans is ripped. Is this what she intended? It seems odd to purchase damaged clothing. I pull out a faded pair that only has one tear, and grab a white tank top from the bottom drawer from the dresser, along with a pair of white lace panties. My breasts are small, I can go without a brassiere. I am a human campfire, after all. Heh.
I wish I could do something about this hair. It reaches the tops of my legs, and I feel like if I turn my head it'll whip around and strike me in the face. I don't know how to… uh… I can't remember the term. It's when three bunches of hair are… knotted… oh well. I don't understand how one would execute such a task anyway.
Something skitters past the smudged window, I can't imagine what in this dead town. Perhaps a rat. It hurries by a second time; bright, blue and green. A radioactive rat, maybe. I rush to the window, and attempt to pry it open. It's… nailed shut.
And then I am thrown into a sack.
North really likes the whole sack idea, huh? Ember doesn't know she's being kidnapped by yetis. Please guys, review!
ChattyCat
P.S. I own this story and Ember, but DreamWorks owns all the big stuff.