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Treehouse at the End of the World (picture #14) -original fiction
Title: Treehouse at the End of the World
Fandom: Original
Character: Original
Length: 747 words
Rating: PG
Warnings: no warnings apply
Mae had been walking for some time, when she spotted the treehouse. It looked like it had been abandoned for a while, then again, everything did these days.
She slowly approached the building, circling around it once, to get a good look. It appeared sturdy and well built. She climbed the stairs slowly, remaining alert for any dangers above or below her.
Despite the late afternoon sun, the light barely reached inside the treehouse itself. She sat on the damp wooden boards that made up the floor, and slipped the pack off her back. She unpacked her sleep roll and she spread it out beneath her. Mae was tired. Leaning against the wall, where she would still have a good view of the doorway, she began to let herself relax.
It really was a nice tree house. She wondered if the place had been appreciated when there will still people in the neighborhood to appreciate things. Was it well loved in the time before?
There wasn’t a lot of room to spread out, not for an adult. But it had likely been built for children to play in. A child, or maybe children had played here, did they love it? Had they been happy? Did they have hopes and dreams? Where were they now? Did they move? Could they still be out there somewhere, or were they gone like so many others?
Mae hadn’t seen another human being in weeks, or maybe longer. Sometimes she wondered if maybe she was the last one.
Part of her hoped that she was. Human beings had been hell bent on destroying everything in their path for so long. Mae had never really been what one would call a “people person”. Not having anyone to talk to wasn’t that big of a deal to her, not yet anyways. But the idea of being the only one left...it wasn’t exactly a comfortable thought.
When the storms had finally ended and she had gone to check on some of her neighbors, there was no one. No one human anyways. There had been cats, in one of her neighbor’s homes. Which was odd, because Mae didn’t remember that family having one cat, let alone multiple cats There hadn’t been any sign of cat food anywhere that she had looked, either. She had left the door open for them, hoping that maybe they’d find food outside somewhere. But they didn’t budge from where they watched her.
There was plenty of wildlife about. Mae had seen so many birds on her journey. The plant life seemed more abundant than before the storms as well. It was strange. It wasn’t only the people that had disappeared, most of the cars that she remembered being around the area were gone too. For a while she thought, that maybe people had just left in them, but the cars that remained wouldn’t even turn on, not even with the keys she found left behind. Neither would any other electrical device. None of it made any sense.
Mae had recently seen signs of others, or maybe just one other. She couldn’t be sure, but a couple of the stores she had come across had been looted before her arrival. Not violently or anything, but the doors had been broken into and things seemed missing from shelves. The places weren’t left empty, so either there weren’t a lot of others or they were considerate looters. Maybe both. She had been looting of course. Was it even looting when there was no one left to care? She needed food, it wasn’t like there was anyone to pay, even if she had any money. Theoretically she still had money in the bank, but the few ATMs that she managed to find didn’t work, just like the rest of modern technology.
Mae shivered. The sun was going down and the air had suddenly turned cold. She thought about checking out one of the surrounding houses, but the idea just seemed too depressing. She didn’t want to see family photos hanging on walls, food gone bad in warm refrigerators or something worse. She was always afraid of something worse these days. Forever waiting for the other shoe to drop.
She wrapped her jacket tightly around her and closed her eyes. Maybe she’d get some rest and then head back out on the road in the morning. Or maybe she’d wake up and it would be like before and this would all be some horrible dream.
Fandom: Original
Character: Original
Length: 747 words
Rating: PG
Warnings: no warnings apply
Mae had been walking for some time, when she spotted the treehouse. It looked like it had been abandoned for a while, then again, everything did these days.
She slowly approached the building, circling around it once, to get a good look. It appeared sturdy and well built. She climbed the stairs slowly, remaining alert for any dangers above or below her.
Despite the late afternoon sun, the light barely reached inside the treehouse itself. She sat on the damp wooden boards that made up the floor, and slipped the pack off her back. She unpacked her sleep roll and she spread it out beneath her. Mae was tired. Leaning against the wall, where she would still have a good view of the doorway, she began to let herself relax.
It really was a nice tree house. She wondered if the place had been appreciated when there will still people in the neighborhood to appreciate things. Was it well loved in the time before?
There wasn’t a lot of room to spread out, not for an adult. But it had likely been built for children to play in. A child, or maybe children had played here, did they love it? Had they been happy? Did they have hopes and dreams? Where were they now? Did they move? Could they still be out there somewhere, or were they gone like so many others?
Mae hadn’t seen another human being in weeks, or maybe longer. Sometimes she wondered if maybe she was the last one.
Part of her hoped that she was. Human beings had been hell bent on destroying everything in their path for so long. Mae had never really been what one would call a “people person”. Not having anyone to talk to wasn’t that big of a deal to her, not yet anyways. But the idea of being the only one left...it wasn’t exactly a comfortable thought.
When the storms had finally ended and she had gone to check on some of her neighbors, there was no one. No one human anyways. There had been cats, in one of her neighbor’s homes. Which was odd, because Mae didn’t remember that family having one cat, let alone multiple cats There hadn’t been any sign of cat food anywhere that she had looked, either. She had left the door open for them, hoping that maybe they’d find food outside somewhere. But they didn’t budge from where they watched her.
There was plenty of wildlife about. Mae had seen so many birds on her journey. The plant life seemed more abundant than before the storms as well. It was strange. It wasn’t only the people that had disappeared, most of the cars that she remembered being around the area were gone too. For a while she thought, that maybe people had just left in them, but the cars that remained wouldn’t even turn on, not even with the keys she found left behind. Neither would any other electrical device. None of it made any sense.
Mae had recently seen signs of others, or maybe just one other. She couldn’t be sure, but a couple of the stores she had come across had been looted before her arrival. Not violently or anything, but the doors had been broken into and things seemed missing from shelves. The places weren’t left empty, so either there weren’t a lot of others or they were considerate looters. Maybe both. She had been looting of course. Was it even looting when there was no one left to care? She needed food, it wasn’t like there was anyone to pay, even if she had any money. Theoretically she still had money in the bank, but the few ATMs that she managed to find didn’t work, just like the rest of modern technology.
Mae shivered. The sun was going down and the air had suddenly turned cold. She thought about checking out one of the surrounding houses, but the idea just seemed too depressing. She didn’t want to see family photos hanging on walls, food gone bad in warm refrigerators or something worse. She was always afraid of something worse these days. Forever waiting for the other shoe to drop.
She wrapped her jacket tightly around her and closed her eyes. Maybe she’d get some rest and then head back out on the road in the morning. Or maybe she’d wake up and it would be like before and this would all be some horrible dream.
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