April 2012
5 posts
The fog has been growing thicker as of late. Darkness falls sooner, what light there is during the day is gloomy. Every alleyway is now a gaping maw, an endless expanse of black opening onto dimly lit streets.
I’m thinking of heading further into town. I’m hoping to find the town hall, a library, someplace with records. Maybe I’ll find a map and name for this town.
Walking down these streets inflicts a strong sense of deja vu, almost as if I’ve walked them before. When I turn corners, I swear I can recognize land marks, specific places, followed by the stronger urge to go towards them.
But the sense of deja vu is always washed over by a sense of dread. Every second I spend outside feels like something’s watching me, that if I turn at any moment,...
I’ve spent the last two days scouting through this endless fog. The sun casts a muted light during the day, giving everything a gray pallor and casting deep shadows. Nights are pitch black, the street lamps producing small halos of light on empty streets.The air feels like a heavy weight on my shoulders, it has a metallic tang to it, almost like blood.
I try to be indoors before sundown..but...
My name is Nathan Grey. I don’t where I am, I don’t know how I got here. When I look out the window I see an endless expanse of rusting cars, decrepit buildings, and a constant brooding fog, an empty, shell of a town. And yet, despite all this, the subtle decay all around me, the water stains in the walls, piles of dust on the carpet, crumbling plaster, the power still works, the water still runs....
Why are you anchored here?
