Misty had her hands tied behind her back with a brown rope. Her legs were tied together and she could not move. Her dark brown hair and white dressed that reached her knees, flowed in the wind as she was carried on a stake, to the mountain that reached the sky. The people surrounded the carriage carrying her and marched up towards the mountain.
TW: mentions suicide (following the prompt. Have a good read!)
Greenery covered the various skyscrapers as it took over the world. Cars were flipping upside down, buildings were abandoned, and I was isolated. 100 years ago everyone over the age of 18 disappeared from the planet without a trace. People died because of them.
The room was dark, almost pitch black. Two men stood staring her in the eye. She had long dark blue hair that was tied up into a ponytail and a black outfit. Her yellow eyes glowed in the dark room. In one hand she held a gun and the other was hanging on her side.
“Well?” She stared them dead in the eyes, “I’m waiting.” She smiled as she pointed the gun at them. O...
