Then she felt indescribable disgust yet she stayed calm. Dear reader this story may not be what you would like to read. I must say it will be interesting but never promising.
Her disgust over those who was ruled only over poweress that is unreal yet real. How can we say she. That she hated these power struggles of stupid things. Such as government and other poweress like leaders.
While laying on her white and pink bed with it's closet connected. The room had only two furniture bed with closet connected and desk that is all pink and white patterned like a chess board.
The fullmoon shining through the white and pink curtains falls on her face too let me see it.
Black long and messy hair with butterfly cut. Bit of black heads on her small but well defined nose. Not so long eyelashes. Average lips. Cat eyes with one double eyelid and one monolid. She wes not pretty but not ugly too. While moonlight embraces her skin with white color you will be able to see her dark circles under her eyes.
While being engulfed by her own thoughts she heard something. No… It's not something but someone.
Aghhhhh…!! Faint but one could recognize it as a woman's voice.
Since her apartment is at seventh floor she thought it was weird hear someone scream like that. She got up and seayd the curtains a bit and saw…
Blazing gas station that was crashed by white car. But that was not all. Whe she raised her gaze a bit capital city of Mongolia Ulan-Bator was in hell.
"Wha… but… it's… kind of beautiful?" She said to herself in small mutter.
With no time the gas station before her window blew up. /PHAAAAAMMM/ Somehow the sound of explosion didn't waver her eyes from there.
Small smirk to full smile. What can i say thus main character we've got is bit loose on the head.
She got out of the room and went to kitchen. To get some work scissors and knife. First she walked to the room the most near her and… Yes she butchered her mother with no mercy. Because of the gas station's explosion her family was waking up. Her who was sleeping sound beside her mother was reeking alcohol. She went for his throat immediately. He woke up gasped for air while holding on to her hand seeking for help with his eyes. She left the room.
Other rooms had started to light up so she went in to thenext nearest room that was looking opposite of her parents room.
When she came in her biggest sister while she was looking out the window. She was chubby but fairly pretty. Her room was simple bed, desk, chair, closet and a bit tall mirror. Desk full of her necessities and half open closet with full of unorganized clothes.
There was something out of ordinary in this simple style. Five year old or so child sleeping on her bed.
Obviously she won't kill a child right?… right?
Her biggest sister looked at her horrified. The main character was standing in front of the door one hand with blood and scissors then other hand with a bloody knife. Her pink pajamas were stained with blood too.
She looked at the little child then screamed her middle sister's name. " GEREL!!!"
From the other room there was shouting as a response. "WWHAATT??"
"Hel-…helpp…"…. I suppose her chubby sister is dead. I mean she is laying on the
Floor with blood slowly surging from her throat and waist. If you take close look the 5 year old is in no other situation such as that. In the bed with no breath.
She was kneeling on bed with cold look. She took her scissor from the little childs abdominal area and got up from the bed. Her next direction was to the next room. But as unexpected her sister seem to walk out of the room to her direction. Under small light of unclosed door just small area of her body could be seen.
/SHWOOOSH//STAB/
On her sisters throat with no time to react she took her kitchen knife back. Her sister walked towards her unable to talk but yet to die.
/SWOOOSH//SWOOSH//STAB//STAB/
Another one on her left side of the chest next one on her stomach. While bleeding heavily and has already fallen to ground with expression of griep. Her posture is somehow saddening because she is only directed to the room she came from.
She walked past the corpse and went in to the room where the laying corpse came from. With delightfully innocent smile she stabbed the two year old child who was sleeping. Bulging blood slowly sunk into the brown sheets.
"To die so disgustingly what a pain in the ass" if her death family whould've heard this they would be raging madness. After thinking about such thing as that she went to her own room.
From one of her small books she gabbed one and opened it. In the book there was carving perfect for cigarette. She took the cigarette and got lighter from under her bed sheet.
She smoked one cigarette .
She smoked next cigarette.
While she was smoking the third strange blue light emerged before her face. /BLING/
She looked at it with no interest then opened her mouth.
"Apocalypse based dungeon and monster action genre? PUAHHAHA… such an overused genre for my new life HAH!!" After a bit of silence "I deserved it I suppose".