Post by account_disabled on Dec 13, 2023 6:12:16 GMT
He opened his eyes in the dark. She couldn't tell whether it was night or another cloudy day. The pain in her stomach grew stronger. He was breathing with his mouth open, as if he were exhausted from running. His eyes, sunk in his wounded and dirty face, were wide open, his thoughts turned to the other's lifeless body and his gaze suffered from decisions impossible to make. Far away. Everything he had believed in, the taboos that bound and protected him, were in danger of collapsing together with the world and what was left of it. A few meters away from him are the remains of his companion. Hunger. Close. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, wishing he would never return to wakefulness.
The first time I slipped. I could see the end of the Level, eight feet above. I jumped, grabbing the edge of the crack, but my hands didn't have a grip and I fell. I tried again several times, but I was tired, with no energy left. I piled rock upon rock and tried again. I held on to the edge, kicking to give myself the final push with my feet. Then I managed to Phone Number Data rest my elbows and with one last effort I pulled myself out of the fracture. I had done it. I sat up and looked around me. Awoke. She screamed through the pain in her stomach, writhing on the debris and crying tearlessly. He crawled towards the body, sat down, grabbed an arm, let it fall. He remained in that position for a long time, unsure what to do. He took his arm again, shook it as if to make sure he was attached, let go again. With difficulty he got up and went back.
With one hand he rummaged through the rubble, pulled something out and smelled it. He didn't know if it was edible, but he tried to bite into it. Rubber, perhaps tire. He returned to the corpse. She lay there in pathetic necrophilia. "Who were you?" he asked out of thin air. I didn't immediately understand what I was seeing. Beyond the fracture lay a desert of debris. The surface was still crisscrossed by a network of cracks, but in the distance I could see the bottom of some, a sign that they had filled in, and beyond that piles of rock and earth and what looked like buildings. I advanced in that direction, intrigued and with the hope that something could still change. I walked for about two hours when I saw a figure coming towards me.
The first time I slipped. I could see the end of the Level, eight feet above. I jumped, grabbing the edge of the crack, but my hands didn't have a grip and I fell. I tried again several times, but I was tired, with no energy left. I piled rock upon rock and tried again. I held on to the edge, kicking to give myself the final push with my feet. Then I managed to Phone Number Data rest my elbows and with one last effort I pulled myself out of the fracture. I had done it. I sat up and looked around me. Awoke. She screamed through the pain in her stomach, writhing on the debris and crying tearlessly. He crawled towards the body, sat down, grabbed an arm, let it fall. He remained in that position for a long time, unsure what to do. He took his arm again, shook it as if to make sure he was attached, let go again. With difficulty he got up and went back.
With one hand he rummaged through the rubble, pulled something out and smelled it. He didn't know if it was edible, but he tried to bite into it. Rubber, perhaps tire. He returned to the corpse. She lay there in pathetic necrophilia. "Who were you?" he asked out of thin air. I didn't immediately understand what I was seeing. Beyond the fracture lay a desert of debris. The surface was still crisscrossed by a network of cracks, but in the distance I could see the bottom of some, a sign that they had filled in, and beyond that piles of rock and earth and what looked like buildings. I advanced in that direction, intrigued and with the hope that something could still change. I walked for about two hours when I saw a figure coming towards me.
