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Once upon a time the world ended.
Jan. 28th, 2012 03:10 am...yeah, that was a thing.
No one cried when Linnaea Ito died, because they were already dead. The bombs had not dropped on their city, but it likewise sealed the fates of all who lived there—the fallout carried lethal doses of radiation, and over the next two weeks the people of Merced, CA withered and died until it was only Lin, alone.
And then there were none.
The creature that took her hand in the darkness was like a living shadow, and when it walks as her own, projected against the now-empty buildings Lin walks by, it bears the form of a girl of maybe ten or eleven. Lin wouldn't know what she was except for a family heritage project she did in middle school on Nagasaki, where people burned away entirely in the atomic blast left their shadows printed on the walls of buildings.
She travels the wasteland, now, hopping from refugee settlement to refugee settlement, never quite settling anywhere. Death has given her a new outlook on life—before she was focused on doing the things prescribed by society, but now she has a purpose. She arrives at a place, does what she can to help, and listens to people tell their stories and writes them down. And if they have unfinished business, she helps them settle it so that when they die, they'll have peace. After all, death can come so suddenly, as she learned.
So: what's your story?
No one cried when Linnaea Ito died, because they were already dead. The bombs had not dropped on their city, but it likewise sealed the fates of all who lived there—the fallout carried lethal doses of radiation, and over the next two weeks the people of Merced, CA withered and died until it was only Lin, alone.
And then there were none.
The creature that took her hand in the darkness was like a living shadow, and when it walks as her own, projected against the now-empty buildings Lin walks by, it bears the form of a girl of maybe ten or eleven. Lin wouldn't know what she was except for a family heritage project she did in middle school on Nagasaki, where people burned away entirely in the atomic blast left their shadows printed on the walls of buildings.
She travels the wasteland, now, hopping from refugee settlement to refugee settlement, never quite settling anywhere. Death has given her a new outlook on life—before she was focused on doing the things prescribed by society, but now she has a purpose. She arrives at a place, does what she can to help, and listens to people tell their stories and writes them down. And if they have unfinished business, she helps them settle it so that when they die, they'll have peace. After all, death can come so suddenly, as she learned.
So: what's your story?