Rats
A tale of survival, together, unbroken.
In sewers, she hides. Girl, alone. Water, murky. Echoes, distant. Rats, her friends. Above, a city. Ignorant, indifferent. She, forgotten. Hunger, constant. Dark tunnels, safety. She roams.
One day, a voice. A boy, alone. Sewers, his refuge. Two lost souls. Darkness shared. Together, they thrive. Their world, transformed - Sewers, a haven.
Then - War, relentless. Destruction above. Sewers, their sanctuary. Days, months, years - roaring ablaze. Finally, silence. The city, beauty in ruins. Survivors, kindred - rats all. Together, rebuilt, reclaimed.
Lives intertwine. Love blossoms. Dangers abound - but also life. Together, a new world.
About the Creator
Iris Obscura
Do I come across as crass?
Do you find me base?
Am I an intellectual?
Or an effed-up idiot savant spewing nonsense, like... *beep*
Is this even funny?
I suppose not. But, then again, why not?
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