EbolaKitty

        The sky was overcast, droplets lightly kissing the exposed surfaces, one landing on your forehead as you stare blankly up at the sky. What year was it? How many years has it been? Your curse has stolen all but your life. "Just let me die..." You murmur. Feet splashing in small puddles makes you look over as a red haired boy runs into the junkyard where you sat on the highest pile. The young boy stops when he noctices you sitting there. Being a kid, curiousity got the better of him and so he approaches the you.        "What are you doing?" He asks.        You blinks at him dully, "Nothing," You murmur softly, it felt weird talking