It had been 2 weeks since your encounter with him, yet you still couldn't get it out your head, you didnt want to. A smirk creeped your face as you delivered the final parcel of 'O'Hairs bottled O2' , ringing the doorbell and heading to your motorcycle, your mind elsewhere as always.
It was like a curse, a curse you liked,, you could remember every breath, every smell, every texture, every second and every touch as if it were happening again, which you guiltily wished it would.
As day slowly turned to night, the frequency of these flashbacks increased, now taking over every function and capacity like your body is being paralyzed by your own mind. But you didnt mind! As you lay in your room reminiscing over what occured that steamy night last week with you and the very reason for your familys success, you grinned greedfully, lusting for a chance, even a nanometre of a chance to see him again.
You were simply wondering the deceased wilderness on the outskirts of town. Each step crunching on dry, coarse soil. Each breath breathing in rotten, suffocating air. Each metre the atmosphere thickened, the baren land so dead even vultures did not dare cross it, for they might become the prey for what they themselves hunted,,, karkeses of flesh and nutrition. The only thing around you was the ocean of butchered trees crying and pleading for help whilst suffering a long, painful death. The sight and deafening silence was so disturbing even the grim reaper would look upon the bombshell wasteland with immense pity, sympathy and disgust.
However, towards the very end of this abandoned distopia lay an oddly yet equally baren house. Its mood matching those of its peers of nature, or lack there of. It stood there, not tall and proud, but introverted and ashamed. Framed head to toe in wooden boards and nails, casting the guiltiest of shadows over the view of wooden corpses. However, for some reason the door lay perfectly accessible, not even a lock in place, in attempt to keep people out. Either it was a trap to get people inside, or the house didnt need a lock being located in the city death, the door mat of hell itself. Either way you were curious and tired so you entered the sullen estate, of course keeping your caution and paranoia, that was just the person you were. Little did you know that that split second decision would change your life forever,,,,
