Fall: A Narrative Fiction

As winter struck the leaves started to turn pale and colorless, the trees were being crushed by the weight of the snow. With each step I took the ground starting sucking me in, as if it were quicksand. My body felt weak, my arms and legs couldn’t shiver anymore, I was begging for death. The eyes of the mountain stared at me with the look of mercy. I fell to the ground wondering if the knowledge I retained was worth the agonizing journey ahead of me. If I turned back there would be nothing but ashes and deceased bodies. My feet jumped with miserable pain, but I kept going. As I arrived at the peak of the mountain my eyes started to light up with hope, i saw a cabin in the distance. The house was occupied by an familiar old man and a collection of books. My torso moved from side to side, i could feel my bones cracking under the pressure of my weight. I was backstabbed by my own body, i fell, causing an snowball effect and before I knew it I was unconscious. I remember the pain it felt acidic and torturous, my eyes and mouth were frozen shut. Then the aching frostiness started to dissipate as a firm hand grip clawed my upper arm. The ground was like boiling water as it was burning through my ravaged skin. With each drag through the snow I could feel my soul began to leave my body,

The houses were drenched in kerosene and the mindless sheep were soaked with infectious bacteria. I remember running till my whole body went numb, running with the fear of death in mind. The streets were carefully decorated with blood and decomposing bodies. The night seemed to last a lifetime, but then in a instant everything was gone. I left the city as a caterpillar leaves to become a butterfly. The years passed by like seconds, and the only company I had was a collection of my own thoughts. As I began to heal within a month, my goal was to recreate the earth and write my knowledge in an