Bits of Writing
Here's some bits of a story I'm working on, it's not done by a long shot, but here's what been written.
1.) He awoke and sat upright on the cool ground wrapped in his blankets. The others were still asleep, lying in a ring around the expired campfire.
The sky was a pale milky color and a dense white fog like a cataract was draped over the woods. Glassy beads of morning dew sat over the brown fallen leaves that covered the earth. He could faintly make out the shapes of the trees, gaunt silhouettes with gnarled outstretched limbs clawing at the sky. He could hear the distant chatter of songbirds.
2.) In one year, there was panic, fear dominated everyday life as the news were full of ever-growing death tolls. In five years, there were riots in the streets, teams of men in white bio-hazard gear took the sick and dying away, never to be seen again. The dead were burned in deep pits, the gunmetal smoke choking the sky. In ten years, the night was full of gunfire and the power shut off for good. Camps and shanty towns cropped up like mushrooms along the outskirts of burned and looted towns.
3.) Those first few winters brought with them tales of desperation and misery.Anonymous dead bodies lying deep in the woods, Coated in fallen snow and frozen perspiration, the skin turned a medley of blues and purples. Starving vagrants looting food stores and snatching weak and dying people from homes.
4.) The town was barren of life, On either side of the main street were buildings with peeling paint and long-shattered windows. A battered, rusting shopping lay on its side in a vacant parking lot. A line of abandoned cars sat in the road like a funeral procession stopped in time. No sound could be heard but the low, lonely wind.
"Nobody lives here anymore, do they?" said Nadia.
" No. Nobody." Tom said, stroking his frazzled white beard contemplatively.
Frank took a long look at an old supermarket, the sign partly was fallen and the parking full of broken glass.
"Think there's anything worth taking?"
"Probably been looted long ago." Tom said.
1.) He awoke and sat upright on the cool ground wrapped in his blankets. The others were still asleep, lying in a ring around the expired campfire.
The sky was a pale milky color and a dense white fog like a cataract was draped over the woods. Glassy beads of morning dew sat over the brown fallen leaves that covered the earth. He could faintly make out the shapes of the trees, gaunt silhouettes with gnarled outstretched limbs clawing at the sky. He could hear the distant chatter of songbirds.
2.) In one year, there was panic, fear dominated everyday life as the news were full of ever-growing death tolls. In five years, there were riots in the streets, teams of men in white bio-hazard gear took the sick and dying away, never to be seen again. The dead were burned in deep pits, the gunmetal smoke choking the sky. In ten years, the night was full of gunfire and the power shut off for good. Camps and shanty towns cropped up like mushrooms along the outskirts of burned and looted towns.
3.) Those first few winters brought with them tales of desperation and misery.Anonymous dead bodies lying deep in the woods, Coated in fallen snow and frozen perspiration, the skin turned a medley of blues and purples. Starving vagrants looting food stores and snatching weak and dying people from homes.
4.) The town was barren of life, On either side of the main street were buildings with peeling paint and long-shattered windows. A battered, rusting shopping lay on its side in a vacant parking lot. A line of abandoned cars sat in the road like a funeral procession stopped in time. No sound could be heard but the low, lonely wind.
"Nobody lives here anymore, do they?" said Nadia.
" No. Nobody." Tom said, stroking his frazzled white beard contemplatively.
Frank took a long look at an old supermarket, the sign partly was fallen and the parking full of broken glass.
"Think there's anything worth taking?"
"Probably been looted long ago." Tom said.