I walked up to a window, this one was heavily cracked but not broken,
and looked at the landscape. Before the rains had started again this
place had been a desert like the rest of the world. This would explain
why the apartment complex was abandoned. If there wasn't a good source
of running water here there would be no point in staying. Now, though,
green had started to take over the landscape once again. The majority of
the vegetation was grass though a few bushes had started to grow.
Turning
back inside I took note of the room I had found myself in. It was a
nursery with a crib, a dead baby, and a dead mother. The painting on the
crib was gone for the most part with a few patches holding on. The wood
was cracked and the bedding was wasting away. The child inside had
withered away to bones with the cause of death being obvious. There was a
bullet hole in its skull. The mother was also just bones now with a gun
beside her. Both were wasted away to the point I didn't know if she had
killed her child because it had turned or she just thought it had. Or
maybe she had wished to remove her child from the nightmare the world
had become.
My memories took me back to the Dragonpit. Like this
mother I had killed one of my children so they would stop being in pain.
Jeor might hate me now but he also might be understanding. He might
forgive me for what I had done. If the gods decided to be fair to this
mother and child they would allow both to be reunited. Both would also
be able to understand why the mother had done what she had.
I
could blame Alex for the horror before me but I didn't. He wanted to
perform awful experiments but they were supposed to be controlled. He
wanted to go deep into darkness but he wouldn't take the whole world
with him. Well, not unless he was assured he would be the one in
control. If the Nightmare were to be a hell, he would be the ruler. If
my husband wasn't sure of having that much control he wouldn't da** humanity. He
wouldn't because he cared about his own safety above all else. I also
didn't blame my husband because he had been trying to right his wrongs,
even though he did so in an inhumane manner. At least before he had
joined the Mormonts.
"Rin?" Sam asked and I turned to see him enter the room.
His
eyes went from the mother to the child. His eyes also glanced at the
stuffed animals in the room. I couldn't tell what they had once been as
all of them were ripped apart. There were the bite marks of dogs and
birds on them. If there had been one stuffed animal that hadn't been
ruined, I would've taken it back to Eden for Eve. She deserved a toy
from the wastelands.
-This is a Mature Story (if in content if not plot)
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Doctor Isaacs Fic
You can read it HERE
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