ACpocalypse!Smoke still rises from a few of the buildings. Everything is coated with a blanket of ash: cars with dusty windshields; trees with white leaves. The road is silent as death.More Like This
He is almost unperceivable, stalking through the ghost town like a pale panther. His meager footsteps are the only noise that carries on the wind. His skin, the small amount that shows through his worn jacket, is a tanned, reddish hue, and his eyes scan his surroundings without reprieve.
Slung from his shoulders is an object of great value: a faded scarlet backpack. Every few steps, the contents of the bag clink together. The sound seems to worry the young man, and he increases his pace. He is careful to slide a hand across the pack's gusset, minimizing its volume.
The boy passes a sign strewn in the street. It reads, 'ONE WAY', but its paint is chipped. The pavement is lined with buildings, many of which have been stripped of their foundations and are slumped in great heaps of rubble. Dark vapor flows from the gap
Storia passataAd un tratto ti riconobbi nel suo sguardoMore Like This
Ad un tratto il mio cuore cessò di battere
Non seppi definire ciò che provavo
Non seppi definire quella dolce malinconia
Mi persi come un bambino in quello sguardo sconosciuto ma famigliare
Mi persi come un bambino tra i cunicoli del mio passato
Con un sorriso passai accanto a quella bambina e esternamente indifferente ho proseguito il mio cammino