9 May 2012
The dusty cobbled steps screeched beneath my untamed nails as my paws gently pressed against the cool street. The wafting enigma of desolate devastation drifted through my soul, memories replayed from my past. A great green mist of toxic air replaced the dark grey clouds floating remarkably low upon the beaten avenue. Not one soul in sight. I brushed up against a creased stone wall, half crumbling from the bombs. Various sirens burst into action, bright lights spurring into darkness. I turned to face a cold statue shaped like a man, but empty at heart. His face a white sheet against the cold night, his finger placed on a small silver object. I stroked my soft, supple black fur against the warm pipeline traveling into the pitch darkness that seemed to surround us. I tried to blend in. He blinked once, raising the object, lowering to the ground. I had one shot to make it out alive ... Unfortunately, however - he had two shots left.
Around The Shaded Corner • Opuss № I