This is a orginal work. All right belong to me. I decided to start sharing my novel with my readers. It is unedited. Enjoy!
by Alina Ionescu (Giuchici)
The sun was just a small dot on the sky…not much to look at anymore…gone was the force that could build and destroy entire worlds…lost was the heat that warmed the human heart during the beautiful summer months… It was just absent …the void was like a frozen burning presence ..the absence had the same power..it could erase the last few humans just by the lack of presence..when the strong northern winds cleared the polluted grey in grey sky from the impenetrable mass of clouds the still living could see a small golden spot..as if the ghost of the dead sun tried to shine on them and give them one more day of warmth and hope..”If you stare at it, it won’t come back!” Janie was a rough woman, she was a survivor, always ready to do what was necessary…devoted to our search of food and shelter…her skin was covered by a crust of dirt ..you could not tell what color that skin was…not that it mattered in this new world..because black and white alike..we where all cold and hungry, in a constant search of something…The Sun that decided long ago to to collapse ..like a castle of play cards left us all wanting for what our ancestors called the basics of life…there where wars, famine…disease…and now left are just a few of us…cold..always cold…i don’t remember when or if i ever felt warm… I rubbed my dirty hands together trying to push some life energy in my fingers that felt like dry twigs.Janie kicks me in the ribbs, hard…i know she doesn’t mean it to be that painful still it is… but she is the one that keeps us safe and going …i think that without her i would search for a place and lie down..sleep …freeze…i am not sure. i look for beauty, i still remember the lovely face of my gorgeous mother…there is no beauty left in this dry and frozen world…just ashes, with every breath I just take another step towards death, and another, as if a dark void awaits me, ready to swallow me hole, body and what is left of my crippled soul..”Stop ya dreaming!” Comes Janies voice…i look at her..she would not be ugly…but the lines on her face , the dirt that cakes her hair and the numerous layers of clothing that she wears and our gear …everything makes her look older..and sad. Janie exists, that’s what she does best.I stand up..Janie is right. I start to fall into step with her…not to slow but not fast either…we try to go unnoticed…you don’t want the crows to pick on you …or the deaders…We saw them once…the crows…they all whear masks because they are from high toxic areas and can’t breath here anymore…they are almost skeletal in appearance and their fingers are like…claws…they caught that poor woman..her baby was screaming …Janey had to throw me down and keep her hand over my mouth because otherwise i would have screamed too..i wanted to help ..not realizing how powerless i was… My tears rolled down on her fingers and she had to lay on top of me to cover up my sobs.They where 5, the crows travel in group of five..always…the blades where gleaming in the light of the fire… one stab..another…and they started cutting pieces from her legs…she was still allive..screaming….begging …one of the crows took her baby..it was a tinny thing…ragged with malnutrition ..i had the feeling it looked me in the eyes…it had huge eyes, like a old tea saucer that i once saw in a picture…magazines was what Jacob called them. The baby was wrapped in old dirty rags, it had no real chance to make it in this life.The saucer eyes baby looked at me the moment when the crow using his claws just broke the skin on its neck. The Crow moved slowly, inhaling the scent of the fresh blood, tasting it from their claws as if it was a delicious vintage..One Crow raised its mask to show a terrible malformation of the mouth that made it look like a asshole with teeth…and it sucked on the blood… a long tongue with small fangs on it started ripping off flesh..skin …saucer eyes died fast …the others left the screaming mother and joined in the eating of the baby…They picked it clean…all that was left was a carcass. bones and the huge saucer eyes…they where not that hungry and the mother was a far bigger meal…they where not bothered by the huge eyes and the long lashes…they did not closed…they still look at me every time when i blink…I am such a coward…but Janie is right, each human that is left has to take care of itself, what was that baby to me? I know what it was, the source for my waking nightmares, the chills that go true to my heart …we are not human anymore…we are something else…not dead nor alive ..just there…producing our CO2 and scavenging …JONAHHe knew the story of the one with the same name as his that was trapped in a whale…he felt that way too…trapped …never to escape the stench of death and decay…cursed to wander a world that was painted in shades of grey and beige …ash and earth …fire and life …cold and nothing.Nobody knew exactly what happened…or they stopped carrying because the immediate needs of life ..of surviving where stronger.JONAH could not remember his age ..or his parents. His joint’s hurt and there was not much hair left on his scalp. He started scratching the dirty skin under his old ragged hat…he found that hat. It would not make him feel really warm but it was better…it helped him blend in. He was a small grey beige moving form in a grey beige world of nightmares.He wasn’t afraid of the crows…he killed one that time…or maybe it was just a dream. His gleaming long blade covered in green puss and black drips of blood. The mask of that thing ripped away from its ugly features…if this was once human it has not much resemblance to anything he knew…He was scared of what became of the world .He was scared of the humanity..JONAH allowed the name to melt on his tongue …slow ..like a delicious bitter bite of pure poison. Crows. It was a name the human gave those creatures, but that was all they had, a name for the boogie man that was very real in this nightmarish reality.Nobody knew exactly what they are, the crows…they even tried to avoid calling them anything, because naming it was making it real …no one ever met one and lived to talk about it. Being taken by The crows was like a curse he tried to avoid.All he knew that They can take your body …posses your soul and make you do things…serve them. There where stories that went true the camp that he called home during his childhood…a tentative at building up civilization…people huddling up together against the cold . Against the fear of being alone . They failed…you can’t build life out of this . The leftovers of this world where Poisson. You can’t turn dirt and a hollow fear into love and beauty . There was no space for that in the soul of the few people left…But The crows came to him into his dreams …long before he left that bloodbath that was the camp. He was warm. How could a cold skinny body produce blood that was so hot and intoxicating sweet. Thinking about it his lips went dry.. .his pale blue grey eyes looked at the ugly boots …covered in skin and small pieces of bones and human feces…the stench was everywhere..inside his brain. Like wasabi…you don’t feel it in your mouth but in the back of your head …inside your brain.