autocaust (autocaust) wrote in brookhaven,
autocaust
autocaust
brookhaven

fate fore seen

kath walked through the city. her head low. hands in pocket. she felt withered. tired of no one.


she dragged against a brick wall with eyes closed. she let her large sensitive lips brush the cold wall. taste of dust. her old leather coat gathered age in it's wrinkles. pretended the wall to be a man. combing her face with his lovely ice hand.

her eyes opened for a second when her body felt a sharp turn. another wall intersected hers and it cut before her. someone had painted on it. she could smell the spray. she recognized the hand, but this looked less styled than she knew.

scrawled, in a frenzy:

MY NAME IS TOM AND I AM AFRAID TO DIE
IM SORRY I DIDNT MEAT YOU LIKE WE PLAN WE WERE ATTACKED
PlEASE FIND US AT THE OLD TILE FACTORY
WE ARE ARMED BUT TIME RUNS OUT
YOU C

blood had scattered at the end of the half sprayed c.
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