- Mar 25, 2014
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The wave had passed. The tsunami was over, or at least the physical embodiment of it. But it wasn’t the wave itself that tended to cause so much heartache. It was the aftermath.
Bodies littered the streets. Once proud buildings on the coast had been reduced to rubble. The once pristine beaches were either littered with debris or drowned in monster-infested waters. What should have been bright, cheery spring skies were overcast in somber grey, as if to mirror the tone of the island itself. As it was, things were looking horribly bleak. For those who still walked the streets, it appeared their problems were only just beginning.
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The flooded streets had already begun to do some self-repair, thanks to the drainage grates that lines the sides of the streets and the manholes that stood in the middle of them. Other than the trickling water, everything was deathly silent. As if all life had been drained from the island.
But, this wasn’t necessarily the case.
In one of the coastal-facing streets, a manhole cover began to rumble. Washed a few feet away from it was a once white, skin-tight peplum dress. It had been dirtied from the beach water and grime of the abandoned road. Next to it were a scattered set of leather pumps. Scuffed up and beaten, of course. Just as one fell over from a stray wind, the manhole cover rumbled again, this time for a few seconds. After that, it stayed still. Only to begin secreting some sort of gelatinous minty-aqua substances from each of its holes.
The goo covered the manhole in a misshapen pile, before moving to slowly trudge in a slimy heap over to the tattered dress. Promptly then beginning to fill its spaces, raising it up to fill a form that started to look like a figure. Once filled out, a gel-based humanoid that appeared to be a woman stood in its place. From its face opened two etched-in eyes. A loud heave of air taken in from her mouth, before evolving into swift unsteady breaths.
”Of all the… Degrading shit to happen to me.. This-!” She heaved in an angry, accented yell, before moving to bend over to rest her hands on her knees in breathless exhaustion. Her hands almost melted into her knees, if she had not stood up promptly after. ”What in the...” In a moment of amnesia, it seemed the goo girl completely forgot what happened. But just seeing the skyline had brought it all back.
”Oh my God...” She muttered in absolute horror, her hands then moving to hover over her gaping lips. Frantically, she looked around. For her van. For other vehicles. For life. Swiftly she bent over to pick up her set of heels, holding them tightly in her melty grasp as she began to walk forward barefoot.
”Hellooooo?! Is anyone out there...!?! This is Florencia Goomez, channel eleven news! I’m looking for survivors! Please! Answer me!”