The Nothing (Narrative)
All she could remember from before was that everything was broken. Broken walls, collapsing buildings, people living in some strange state of poverty. An apartment building. She remembered the way the apartment looked, a threadbare carpet on the cold floor, a sagging couch with mismatched pillows. An empty shelf...they hadn't been allowed books of any kind, no literature.
Mag could recall the weeping angel, the scarred statue in the graveyard. Her mind drifted back to Maurice and the story of his lost love. So many faces and names and things entered her mind and yet the only emotion she felt at present was one of pure confusion.
The soprano looked up at the buildings, beheld the tidy, empty streets and tilted her head. What had happened here? Had someone fixed the world while they had been sleeping? Where was everyone? It was almost as if this city were something else entirely.
Breaking from the shadows, the singer took small steps down the sidewalk. Despite everything she had been through there was still an exponential amount of grace in her motion, every step elegant and easy. The air seemed cleaner here, wherever here was...she wasn't fooled into thinking that some how she had the misfortune of ending up back home. That would have been her undoing. The GeneCo tower that painted the skyline was not here. Other buildings had taken its place. So that earned the night a breath of relief.
But this was curious indeed.
Another few steps brought her to the corner of the street, the lamplight kind to her pale skin, dark hair and strangely bright eyes. She recorded everything she saw for future reference. In case she got lost. A glance down each pathway and Mag stepped into the street. In a few well-placed steps she found herself across and moving easily into a park of some kind. The flowers greeted her. The grass waved....and some where, perhaps in a faint remnant of a daydream she was sure she heard the caw of a crow. Not that a black bird was a strange occurrence, there was one in the place before this one, but that one had never brought her comfort. This new sound had. Strange and mysterious as it was.