Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2017 20:42:45 GMT -5
Delilah was sitting at a table. Her hands were placed neatly in front of her. The soft gentle breezes blew through the open window. The curtains billowed in the winds dancing as if alive. Delilah's light blue eyes stared out the open window. She was watching a humming bird flying from flower to flower. The vines and foliage outside the window had began to swallow the house she was siting in. It was an all you can eat buffet for the little flower vampire. She watched this as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
Beside her a little boy walked up to her. He stood by her side and his eyes adverted to the window to see what she was so interested in. Delilah said nothing as the boy stood there in silence. The little boy was not really there. He was a figment of her traumatized brain. He was a coping mechanism devised to help her cope with her many losses. The little boy who's name was Eric and only 8 years old watched for a moment longer before he finally spoke. "What's wrong Mother?" Delilah's lips pursed together. The light wrinkles around her mouth deepened as her lips curled downward in a frown. "I'm just thinking Eric." She replied without taking her eyes off the events outside the window. Eric looked up at her. Confusion dominated his tiny face. "About what Mother?"
Slowly her head turned to the boy. She stared at the empty space where no one stood, convinced that she was talking to sweet little Eric. A soft smile pushed it's way onto her face. Specs of someone else's blood freckled her face. Splatters of crimson sunken down into the deep lines and tired wrinkles of a face that had seen to much. When Mother smiled at Eric he smiled back. "I'm afraid that we must be moving on soon." Mother moved a blood covered hand over to brush lightly at his cheek. She pawed at the open air, in her mind she pinched his cheek and he continued to smile at her. A small smear of blood left on his face from her gentle touch.
On the floor behind her a body sat just behind the chair. A pool of blood slowly soaking into the dark blue carpet. The leg of the body periodically twitched and moved. Mother paid it no mind. It was the body of a man she had killed only moments ago. Now she was content to calmly look out the window in silence and ponder her next steps. This place was no good for her anymore. Her children were all gone. Each of them had been taken from her by a walker heard. It was a tragedy that couldn't be helped. Behind her Katie a little girl of the age of 9 stomped happily in the puddle of blood. She delighted in the soft funny squishy noises it made. Katie laughed delightedly at her fun as Mother sighed. The sigh from Mother's lips even got Katie to look up at her. Katie who was also imaginary living in Mother's head turned her head to look at Mother quizzically. "Come along children. This place is no longer safe for us." Mother said as she stood up and took the imaginary children's hands and led them out of the room and down the lonely street.