In a way, he mused, it actually was. Or, perhaps he was the one running after it. Either way, he needed to find Sephiroth before anyone else did.
Fleeing...
Sephiroth was fleeing; his delicate features a scarred landscape filled of fright, his breath caught in his chest, his hands curled fists, his hair flowing behind him as he ran faster than a normal human could follow with an un-enhanced sight. His heart was beating hard, it hurt, but he couldn’t stop.
He needed to know, to understand.
Zack Fair watched his superior with with calculating eyes as the sun set behind them, deeply in the Nibel Mt. The Hero of Wutai has shivering, his skin white as plaster and unhealthy chalky. What made Zack uncomfortable, though, was the vacant stare the older mans eyes held.
”Sephiroth…? Hey, Seph - where are you going?”
The General showed no indication of hearing his question, so the SOLDIER simply nudged his friend in the side and took a step to the right, barely escaping the First’s sword. At his shout, Sephiroth shuddered and gave him a glance from beneath the vail of silver that hidd his delicate features.
”Hey”, he tried again. ”Seph… you don’t have to listen to feather-boy, you do know that, don’t you? Come on, talk to me, buddy. We can’t have you falling apart.”
”Zack? Would you call me a monster?”
5. Original work
The street is empty save for the dirty, yellow car in the middle of it. It’s broken, must have been crashed into another car, but as with most places that at some point have been squatted, the rest of the street is cleared. Nothing can hide in the open.
Spreading before her is a lane, seemingly safe. The street before the young woman is empty save for a car, smashed into a house. The windows of what once was a home are dark, crushed and stained. Here and there, the glass is still intact and the darkness beyond, eeire and hungry.
The woman doesn’t stop to wonder if the deep shadows are hiding the enemy or perhaps is squatted by equally aggressive allies. Both however, might mean wounds that will get infected. Such a thing would slow her down, possibly kill her.
She keeps running, since one can’t hide in plain view. For now, the only thing she can do, is to keep moving, hurrying across a dead lawn. Nothing moves as she runs over the remains of scattered humans. White bones, clad with rotting cloths, gleam in the bleak, afternoon sun.
After a while she stops running, not quite breathless but wary. There’s a broken fence five metres away and after a peak over it, she climbs over to the other side and crouches, waiting for the obligatory ten heartbeats.
Stillness, deep and soothing, only broken by the sound of a river is all she can hear. She nods to herself and drinks from her bottle, carefully cleaning it and putting it back, straddling it to her waist.
Nothing moves as she jogs between buildings and empty houses. The trick is to run and never slow down. She learned it the hard way, losing loved ones and allies to the enemy. Yet, she loves it. Moving, running, flying across the streets makes her feel alive.
As she puts distance between herself and those broken winders, she tries to remember the name of her current haunt. It once was a wealthy town, yet there’s nothing beyond dead cars and equally dead humans… and the enemy.
The world, as her parents knew it is dead. And, humanity along with it. Those bands of humans still alive are almosts as dangerous as the enemy. They gang upon the weaker, use them as bait. Sometimes as food. She has never stopped long enough for either to catch her, but today she’ll say her prayers and hope that what ever gods is out there, will listen.
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Zack run as if Hell was chasing him.
In a way, he mused, it actually was. Or, perhaps he was the one running after it. Either way, he needed to find Sephiroth before anyone else did.
Fleeing...
Sephiroth was fleeing; his delicate features a scarred landscape filled of fright, his breath caught in his chest, his hands curled fists, his hair flowing behind him as he ran faster than a normal human could follow with an un-enhanced sight. His heart was beating hard, it hurt, but he couldn’t stop.
He needed to know, to understand.
Zack Fair watched his superior with with calculating eyes as the sun set behind them, deeply in the Nibel Mt. The Hero of Wutai has shivering, his skin white as plaster and unhealthy chalky. What made Zack uncomfortable, though, was the vacant stare the older mans eyes held.
”Sephiroth…? Hey, Seph - where are you going?”
The General showed no indication of hearing his question, so the SOLDIER simply nudged his friend in the side and took a step to the right, barely escaping the First’s sword. At his shout, Sephiroth shuddered and gave him a glance from beneath the vail of silver that hidd his delicate features.
”Hey”, he tried again. ”Seph… you don’t have to listen to feather-boy, you do know that, don’t you? Come on, talk to me, buddy. We can’t have you falling apart.”
”Zack? Would you call me a monster?”
5. Original work
The street is empty save for the dirty, yellow car in the middle of it. It’s broken, must have been crashed into another car, but as with most places that at some point have been squatted, the rest of the street is cleared. Nothing can hide in the open.
Spreading before her is a lane, seemingly safe. The street before the young woman is empty save for a car, smashed into a house. The windows of what once was a home are dark, crushed and stained. Here and there, the glass is still intact and the darkness beyond, eeire and hungry.
The woman doesn’t stop to wonder if the deep shadows are hiding the enemy or perhaps is squatted by equally aggressive allies. Both however, might mean wounds that will get infected. Such a thing would slow her down, possibly kill her.
She keeps running, since one can’t hide in plain view. For now, the only thing she can do, is to keep moving, hurrying across a dead lawn. Nothing moves as she runs over the remains of scattered humans. White bones, clad with rotting cloths, gleam in the bleak, afternoon sun.
After a while she stops running, not quite breathless but wary. There’s a broken fence five metres away and after a peak over it, she climbs over to the other side and crouches, waiting for the obligatory ten heartbeats.
Stillness, deep and soothing, only broken by the sound of a river is all she can hear. She nods to herself and drinks from her bottle, carefully cleaning it and putting it back, straddling it to her waist.
Nothing moves as she jogs between buildings and empty houses. The trick is to run and never slow down. She learned it the hard way, losing loved ones and allies to the enemy. Yet, she loves it. Moving, running, flying across the streets makes her feel alive.
As she puts distance between herself and those broken winders, she tries to remember the name of her current haunt. It once was a wealthy town, yet there’s nothing beyond dead cars and equally dead humans… and the enemy.
The world, as her parents knew it is dead. And, humanity along with it. Those bands of humans still alive are almosts as dangerous as the enemy. They gang upon the weaker, use them as bait. Sometimes as food. She has never stopped long enough for either to catch her, but today she’ll say her prayers and hope that what ever gods is out there, will listen.
It’s time to find food again