Wolf's ♥ rain wrote:i am a teacher but my name is not on the list, also my student quit. Sadly.




The girl knew she was in trouble even before the roof caved in.
The fireman was saying something she couldn’t hear, his face frozen with urgency and shock. He gestured his hands towards the flames that had began to eat away at the floorboards and repeated the movement of his lips, taking a step closer as though their lives depended on it. Never once did his eyes leave hers.
The girl looked around in blank confusion and back at the heavy suited man, her heart beginning to cast furious pumps at the growing buzz in her ears. It roared out the sound of hissing flames and crackling pops, and more importantly the fireman’s orders. What’s going on? No madder how many times she asked herself, the answer remained invalid. It was as if every last memory had been completely wiped from her mind and replaced by the static of a television screen. Something was very wrong, and she knew it.
A cloud of ash fell down on the two outlined figures, blinding her. Two arms scooped her up from the burning ground and she squealed in protest, thrashing out in mute fear. A wave of panic sent stinging shocks to her brain, processing the fireman as a threat to her fragile existence. Her ears popped, and a bristling scream from the flames roared overhead. The windows exploded around them and shards of glass rained against her naked skin, causing her to wail. The roof groaned, spewing ash, flaming wood and other chocking fragments, and collapsed over them before either had a chance to accept possible death.
She was falling. Down, down, into a smoky abyss, the arms that cradled her forgotten with forgotten memory. Her eyes drifted shut, silencing the blurred images that scrolled through her head, and was reborn into a world of pain.

pud / demigirl / pan
There is a compund in the middle of a broken city. Inside are the rich, smart and talented people who were deemed important enough to be spared from the imcoming plague. Everyone else was left on the outside, to the mercy of death. There has been no contact between the inside and the outside for 50 years. Nobody knows the condition of the people on the other side of the compound wall. Nobody has ever crossed over to the other side. Until now.
❅Cider Chi. wrote:No madder how many times she asked herself, the answer remained invalid.








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