User:Team Meat/The Black Void
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This story is part of the Malton Chronicles. This story is fan-made, and is not officially part of any background history for Urban Dead. |
She had the longest blackest hair, which travelled the entire length of her spine. It was soft and felt like black silk. She had the palest bluest eyes, sparkilng like a diamond in a Beverly Hills boutique window. She was dressed all in black and to those unaware of all the subcategories of alternative kids out there, they'd call her a goth. Her head was slightly elipsical in shape and she was chewing on her wire frame glasses. All through her life she'd been called pretty, she'd grown up well, had loving parents, a good education and had developed into a beautiful independent young woman.....
Clarke was confused as to who she was. She looked familiar, he felt like he knew this girl, but where from.
Several nights he dreamt of the beautiful young woman, whom he was positive he knew. He spent his waking hours wondering who she was, who it was she looked so much like until one day. Whilst patrolling the corridors of the abandoned Burdekin Alley he caught sight of something in the window. Something flashed across the glass. It was his reflection, Clarke hadn't seen himself in such a long time he had began to forget what he looked like. He stood still, staring at the face staring back at him. In the moment of realisation he fell to his knees and began to cry. Infrequent sobs which shook his entire body. He brushed his long black hair from his face and stood up, his blue eyes red and swollen, dirty tear marks made a trail down his grimy face. He looked at the face looking back at him.
He wished he'd never set foot in Malton, trapped here in this apocalyptic black void. This unrelenting hell. If he'd have stayed in Leeds, perhaps he could have settled down, married, had a family.
Had the daughter he always dreamed he'd have.
