RainWo_3I cannot place my origin in this lonesome landscape. It is nothing more than a place of ruin and chaos. My surroundings are merely pipes and destroyed buildings from long ago; the remnant pieces of an ancient world long gone. The continuous rainfall cripples my body into a frequent state of hibernation, the pounding rain too much to bear. Any creatures alive in this desolate land seek relief for their hunger during the brief moments of dry weather. Oh, the hunger..

I wonder, just what happened here? Where did I come from?

There is no place I can call home. This somber world robs me of any sort of settlement. I must always keep going, I must always be moving; always, always, keep moving. I must keep going before they catch me. Before I am outnumbered and I cannot fight back.

During the dry times, I explore and eagerly search for some sort of ease to my hunger. Much to my dismay, I am not the only creature with this habit. Their faces are smothered in bright colored scales and soul-less eyes with a darkness matching the depths of the sea. I cannot tell you who they are or where they came from, just that their appetite matches their size, monstrous.

Mercy means absolutely nothing to these creatures who only run on their instinct to hunt and feast. In this industrial wasteland, I must slither my way around them, hoping to go by unnoticed.  The last thing I want to become is someone’s dinner. Unfortunately, my stealth can be ineffective every now and again, causing the large ones to sniff me out. The game of Cat and Mouse begins.

RainWo_2Luckily, in those situations I am not completely vulnerable as long as there is some debris on the ground to throw and my opponent count is small. But the large ones are not my only challenge out in the badlands around me, there is the constant fear hanging over our heads of potential rainfall. I must avert these creatures in time before that ghastly rainfall returns once more.

Out of desperation, I grab whatever rocks lie around me and lunge them towards the beasts that have spotted me. This typically holds them off and distracts them just enough for me to get a head start running away. From this point on, I desperately flee for my life, jumping on rooftops and tugging on pipes and chains.

In my free state again, the rain unwelcomely returns, falling for several days at a time. I have no choice but to slumber until the rainstorm concludes. The loneliness caves in on me and my mind is littered with questions. Am I the only one of my kind remaining? Surely there are others who are seeking homage in this place just as I am. Alone and fighting to survive, waiting for the weather to change.

I’ll just have to wait and see what happens as I carry on my journey in search of the truth.



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About the Author

Julie Morley

Julie Morley is a freelance writer and comic artist from Spring, Texas. She attended the Academy of Art University for two years, studying Animation and Illustration. Whilst here, she learned about writing comic scripts, storyboards, and general storytelling. Since leaving college, she has been working on personal comic projects, stories, and illustrations. She aspires to release a self published comic within two years. For the majority of her life, she has been playing console games, typically being third-person shooters and sandboxes. Her favorite game of existence is Dark Cloud II (Dark Chronicle) and her favorite Indie game is Gone Home.

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