11-23-2007, 03:37 PM
Concrete Jungle
India had wondered around the area for a week or so when she stumbled upon the outer edges of a skeleton city. The dying houses, left abandoned, was being slowly taken back by nature with slumping roofs and peeling paints. Different types of plant life began to grow into the houses and an occasional bird or two flew in and out of a busted window. The old road on which she delved deeper into the city was cracked and bits of plants were growing through the cracks, giving the dead gray color a bit of hope with some green. Her crimson eyes slowly wandered back and forth over the terrain, almost hoping to see some life other than birds. India thought to herself I really don't like birds. They are like rats with wings... Besides, I can't catch them to eat them so they prove more and more useless...
She continued her slow wanderings into the core of the city, ignoring the traces of snow. The fluffy powder was beginning to prove more of a hassle here for when it came down it was too thick and cold for her liking. The red dog's attention was then brought to the way the road split ahead of her. The decision to chose was annoying and pointless. It would never amount to anything to go right or left in an abandoned city. Instead of choosing, she stopped and sat on the road, taking the time to remove the bits of debris from her coat so she could better fluff it up. The idea of being a lone dog began to grow on her but the lack of a real meal and company were the only two obstacles to conquer before the life she was leading would be acceptable. Hell, she wouldn't mind if she ran into another abandoned dog so they could help each other out. She slowly stood up, feeling her muscles tighten because of the extended walking she had done. She needed a rest to let the soreness come and go before moving on. A flat building with columns in the front had a collapsed door, shifted off the hinges so that an animal about the size of a dog or dog could wiggle in.
She padded up the steps in the front and sniffed the blackness inside. It was stale and empty with the faint scent of other wolves long since gone. Others had been here before. The walls had a thin white paper falling off of them in spots. Claw marks and strange silvery cylinders with one part popped off lay on the floor in the large room just past the door. They smelled faintly of food and...blood? The far corner held a strange pool of blood, and as she drew closer to it in the dark it became clear that is was a very old stain, dried into a brown crust on the floor. The smell was metallic and sweet and it brought her stomach into a growling frenzy, reminding her of exactly how hungry she was. The room was a few degrees warmer than the outside thanks to the walls blocking the wind and she curled up right inside the door, so she could peer out into the street in case someone approached. Her nose lay just at the threshold of light, masking her from the could be visitors outside. Her muscles heaved one last stretch before she surrendered to the much needed rest.
India had wondered around the area for a week or so when she stumbled upon the outer edges of a skeleton city. The dying houses, left abandoned, was being slowly taken back by nature with slumping roofs and peeling paints. Different types of plant life began to grow into the houses and an occasional bird or two flew in and out of a busted window. The old road on which she delved deeper into the city was cracked and bits of plants were growing through the cracks, giving the dead gray color a bit of hope with some green. Her crimson eyes slowly wandered back and forth over the terrain, almost hoping to see some life other than birds. India thought to herself I really don't like birds. They are like rats with wings... Besides, I can't catch them to eat them so they prove more and more useless...
She continued her slow wanderings into the core of the city, ignoring the traces of snow. The fluffy powder was beginning to prove more of a hassle here for when it came down it was too thick and cold for her liking. The red dog's attention was then brought to the way the road split ahead of her. The decision to chose was annoying and pointless. It would never amount to anything to go right or left in an abandoned city. Instead of choosing, she stopped and sat on the road, taking the time to remove the bits of debris from her coat so she could better fluff it up. The idea of being a lone dog began to grow on her but the lack of a real meal and company were the only two obstacles to conquer before the life she was leading would be acceptable. Hell, she wouldn't mind if she ran into another abandoned dog so they could help each other out. She slowly stood up, feeling her muscles tighten because of the extended walking she had done. She needed a rest to let the soreness come and go before moving on. A flat building with columns in the front had a collapsed door, shifted off the hinges so that an animal about the size of a dog or dog could wiggle in.
She padded up the steps in the front and sniffed the blackness inside. It was stale and empty with the faint scent of other wolves long since gone. Others had been here before. The walls had a thin white paper falling off of them in spots. Claw marks and strange silvery cylinders with one part popped off lay on the floor in the large room just past the door. They smelled faintly of food and...blood? The far corner held a strange pool of blood, and as she drew closer to it in the dark it became clear that is was a very old stain, dried into a brown crust on the floor. The smell was metallic and sweet and it brought her stomach into a growling frenzy, reminding her of exactly how hungry she was. The room was a few degrees warmer than the outside thanks to the walls blocking the wind and she curled up right inside the door, so she could peer out into the street in case someone approached. Her nose lay just at the threshold of light, masking her from the could be visitors outside. Her muscles heaved one last stretch before she surrendered to the much needed rest.