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Okay this is mine. I hope it isn't the only entry! Get posting everyone ~
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Amy pressed her face against the window. Ice crept upon it, glistening in the bright morning sun, while wood worm ate away at the mahogany panes, leaving decaying slabs of wood scattered across the sill and gathering on the floor. Amy saw her pallid reflection in the glass, the ghostly grey eyes staring back. The ashen skin so pale looked limp and tired, the dark grey lines beneath her eyes indicated lost sleep, sleep that needed to be regained. The only sign of life lay upon the vivid colour on her lips, the crimson flow of life and blood.
Her awakening left her ravenous. She had slept so long she had forgotten what it was like to be quenched with full life. Her depressed expression was more than just melancholy; it was of devastation and betrayal. She barely remembered anything but the hot blood sizzling on her lips, the only essence of her existence.
Why now? Something must have woken her from her beautiful slumber. She was so content lying there, unable to think, unable to breathe, unable to lust for the blood of her life. Once she drank no more in reality, she thought that the ritual was to end and the curse lifted, but revived was she and hungry, more so than she had ever felt.
Her expression of devastation turned to that of deep anger. Enraged, she turned from the window, and made to find the person who had risen her. There, she would find her first meal.
Running down the flight of dusty spiral stairs, she hauled away the mahogany chest of draws that was blocking the main entranceway, sending a billowing cloud of dust and cobwebs whirling into the air. The atmosphere was musty and damp, the house untouched for hundreds of years. Sifts of light shone through the patched up windows, something Amy had not seen since she last closed her eyes.
Finally, the heavy door opened to reveal bursts of blinding icy sunlight – but wait? The land before her eyes stretched out for miles and miles, baron, plain, and still. Nothing stirred, nothing made a sound. The whole landscape had been transformed into vast piles of rubble and sand. What had once been a bustling village was now desolate and lonely. No-one was to be seen beyond the horizon, there were no fields, mountains, trees or birds. Just nothing, like the limbo between heaven and hell, with a sprinkle of icy mist. ‘So this is why I was awoken,’ whispered Amy to herself, her eyes wide with awe, ‘This is the end of the world.’
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