A Lost Generation [Open]
Mar 19, 2011 10:16:10 GMT -8
Post by Iizuka on Mar 19, 2011 10:16:10 GMT -8
"Fuck, my head hurts."
I pushed myself from the ground, shards of my former defense sliding down my tattered robes. My vision blurred, I gazed into the distance, but the glaring sun proved to be a nuisance in this time of confusion. I couldn't remember anything; images came slowly to my head, but the picture was not yet painted. As my once former shields collapsed around myself, I began to panic. The flood of images took sequence, and suddenly it came back to me. The war, the battle in Iwa, the great flash... I fell backwards as the flood of information overtook me. In doing so, the remainders of my crystal defenses fell around me; my attempt to escape whatever that "flash" was. Evidently, it had worked, if only barely.
My whole body was overcome by pain. Every movement became a difficult task. With every motion of my muscles I felt overwhelming fatigue, but I had to stand up. I had to continue to fight. I had to win; Taki, although small, was not a force to be reckoned with. I would prove, singlehandedly if necessary, that we were not to be underestimated. I came to my feet, tilting from side to side as I struggled to gain control of my body. My vision still changing with every second, it suddenly began to clear. That which would reveal itself to me would immediately cause me to fall once more. My breaths became irregular, and I found that I was looking around and crawling backwards without any real sense of what was going on.
In every direction... Destruction. Pure and absolute destruction. The corpses of enemies and allies alike were strewn across the scarred lands. Flames erupted everywhere, the crackling of their existence seemingly invisible to myself before. Just what the fuck had happened? I again came to my feet, my muscles wailing in pain as I began running. Everywhere I went - destruction. This had been more than war; it had been the apparent end of everything. The earth had been torn apart in all ways imaginable: great fissures were scattered about, black marks stretched on for apparent miles. The trees, or the few that there were, had been reduced to ash. Even the air seemed to have been tainted with whatever evil had ravaged its way through here.
It was clear; this was no longer the world I had known. This was Hell.
Suddenly I stumbled, my running interrupted by that which I had tripped upon. Looking down at my legs resting upon the object, I would come to find it was a corpse. The flesh charred and burned, but the face still red with blood. Bones peeked through where the flesh had been utterly destroyed, and the eyes; empty, lifeless eyes, somehow intact, gazed back at me. In my panic I crawled off, making it only a few meters before I found I could no longer move. This was some kind of unfathomable truth. The world destroyed, and no survivors to be seen. What could have possibly happened? My face in the dirt, I managed to push myself over to glare into the sky. It was blue and a few clouds floated about the heavens. The last natural beauty in a world that had been ravaged by this former generation.
