Light creeps through the air. It passes by the falling infrastructure and over the remaining inhabitants. Abandoned cars lay on the road asleep in rust. There is still life here, but they have all scattered. Wind, dust, and a voice. If one looks closely onto the walls, one can sometimes find little marks. They remind others of the days they are still alive.
Years ago, wildlife headed towards mass extinction. Some say they left with God. Some say a radical disease targeting brains of wildlife…human intervention…a conspiracy…
The fish disappeared, and then birds and larger wild mammals. World hunger became the number one crisis. Hysteria was the new conscious, anarchy and military the new good and evil. Most feeble attempts to maintain order collapse under plague and natural disasters. The animals kept under the protection of humans left too. There was no explanation, only mystery.
Only saving grace was the few insect species surviving. Plants can still be pollinated. People ate insects, provided they can live with possibility of disease.
The few human survivors either traveled alone, but usually in packs. They stole, they raped, they killed and ate another.
But that was not the strangest part.
A slave woman lags behind a tribe of men. Her breath is hoarse. Scars line the curves of her body and over her pregnant belly. God knows why she’s still living. Blistered feet implores her to rest.
A smooth surface on the ground, soft to touch and yet hard welcomes her. Just as her fingertips brush on the strange object, a powerful force seeps through her veins. Her eyes widen; since when is the last time she has seen animal remains?
She gives birth, and dies by the skull of a deer.
The baby has horns. Hooves as feet. But a human face.
Here and there, children starts coming into life a mismatch of parts. Some have cat ears, the other has wings and another can breath under water. Some children have more parts closer to an animal while others have mostly human parts. The only thing consistent, was that the mother gave birth by the remains of an animal.
This is the story of animal people in survival mode. In predatory cruelty there will always be bouts of kindness and co-existence.
This is their lives traversing on the graves of the wild.
Map of the area:
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Hosted and narrated by:
Wakaa
Started 08/09/16.
Scenes played: 7
License: Community License
