#its alr if you don’t like it tho :3 im proud of it so thats all that matters

[dearestsilhouette]

writing practice because why not

i got bored so

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She made her way across the now dystopia’s streets, with each step echoing through the endless night. Her combat boots were loud. Too loud for the night of this hellhole.

Twirling one side of her bangs with her finger, she made her way into the previously ever-so-lively bar. Yet again, the door was way too loud. She didn’t want to be recognized in this environment; anything could get her in contact with the wrong person so quickly.

No one was present within the building. It was emptied out about a month ago, and she’d visited this place various times after the world had gone to shit, but it still hit her with a pang of sadness every time she entered the place again. Sucks that this place was a previous safe space to her. I guess that’s just what happens whenever the world suddenly falls into a dystopian wasteland.

“I’ve missed this place,” She muttered to herself, walking further into the building and unclipping her flashlight from her belt, giving it a spin and flickering it on. The batteries were low, but hey, it would work.

She found herself quickly staring at some random, reflective wall art that was slightly shattered, taking in her appearance for a moment.

Her clearly dyed, bright red hair that draped a little bit further than her shoulders, her deep gray eyes that always seemed to be subconsciously half-closed, and that big scar on the right side of her mouth that warded off most normal people.

“That’s me. The one and only.” She’d stare at herself a little longer, blinking a few times before she walked off, trying to get herself out of the picture. All that mattered was just looking around this place again, taking in the memories. Not taking in herself.

Her stay was a lot shorter than most others, probably because she thought some guy hiding around in the bathroom for shelter, which was always kind of expected at some point, even before this happened. It’s been a month since everything went down, all is nothing nowadays, and she simply didn’t want to deal with a violent situation. Not in her previous comfort place.

Walking out a little faster than normal, she quickly stopped herself once she stepped out, looking around for other people. Upon seeing that there weren’t any, she slowly paced herself across the street, pausing once again in the middle of the road to glare down the empty asphalt that used to be so active and full of voices.

Yet again, this hellhole of a dystopia really felt like a novel. So quiet and uncanny…it wasn’t right.

It would never be right.

But hey, that’s just life now.