KenżaSheep
That's nice. Put it back.
What would you do if you woke up one day and realized the world around you had ended? Ruins of structures became the only nostalgic remnants of humanity, and the inhabitants of the world turned tide from man to beast. The beasts were the only ones to survive... and Kitty, too, apparently. Aside from the landscape now overrun with previously-fictional creatures, it appeared to the girl that she might be the only remaining human in the world. And being an only-human was not easy.
Kitty sat alone in the broken window of an abandoned building, three stories off the ground. It was on the outskirts of a long-dead human civilization, but a vantage point she used frequently. Her view reached quite a ways from here, stretching out across the woods before it was abruptly cut off by jutting hills; still, it was enough for her to see if she really was alone. Monsters were not something she wanted to come into contact with, a notion that grew especially pressing as night drew near.
Tennis shoes crunched against shards of broken glass when she hopped off the windowsill to inside; footsteps tapping against concrete as Kitty made a dash down the stairs and outside into the early evening light. She had one shot to make it home before dusk, so the quicker she ran, the better.
Within minutes, the city was well behind her, and a deep forest pressed in uncomfortably on every side. The girl adjusted the makeshift bag across her chest and tried to ignore the way it bumped against her back every time she took a step. Though she had since slowed from her initial dash, Kitty did not pause. The woods were not a place to stop and rest—much less a place she wanted to be when night fell. Unfortunately, it was starting to look like she would not arrive at her safe place before darkness overtook the woods and left her stranded without direction.
Shaking the thought from the forefront of her mind (though it continued to linger in the back) Kitty kept walking. She could only hope to survive long enough to make it there first—and in once piece.
Kitty sat alone in the broken window of an abandoned building, three stories off the ground. It was on the outskirts of a long-dead human civilization, but a vantage point she used frequently. Her view reached quite a ways from here, stretching out across the woods before it was abruptly cut off by jutting hills; still, it was enough for her to see if she really was alone. Monsters were not something she wanted to come into contact with, a notion that grew especially pressing as night drew near.
Tennis shoes crunched against shards of broken glass when she hopped off the windowsill to inside; footsteps tapping against concrete as Kitty made a dash down the stairs and outside into the early evening light. She had one shot to make it home before dusk, so the quicker she ran, the better.
Within minutes, the city was well behind her, and a deep forest pressed in uncomfortably on every side. The girl adjusted the makeshift bag across her chest and tried to ignore the way it bumped against her back every time she took a step. Though she had since slowed from her initial dash, Kitty did not pause. The woods were not a place to stop and rest—much less a place she wanted to be when night fell. Unfortunately, it was starting to look like she would not arrive at her safe place before darkness overtook the woods and left her stranded without direction.
Shaking the thought from the forefront of her mind (though it continued to linger in the back) Kitty kept walking. She could only hope to survive long enough to make it there first—and in once piece.