Fallen (Part One)
Fallen (Part One) fiction stories
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This is part 1 of the several prompts from a previous post titled “Help!”.

Fallen (Part One)

Fading sunlight streaks across the dust layer coating the wooden floors.

Lilith's scuffed boot cautiously applies pressure, trying to avoid any sharp creaks that will give away her position.

The house had been cleared, a noise from upstairs while she had been scrounging through the looted kitchen alerted her.

Taking another step, she enters the first bedroom on the landing.

Lilith works her way through the bedrooms and restroom, finding no source of the heavy thump she had heard.

She reaches the last room, nudging the busted door with the tip of her rifle.

She reaches the last room, nudging the busted door with the tip of her rifle. She searches the room with a practiced ease, exhaling when it turns up empty.

Lilith shoulders her rifle, taking in the room. The light-yellow walls have lost it's brightness, rendered to a dingy, bloody mess.

A splintered crib lies in one corner, fluffing wet and molding from the several seasons of weathering.

The shredded curtains sway from the outdoor breeze, the jagged pieces of window glass littering the floor.

The closet doors have been torn off, revealing a few articles of clothing that looters didn't feel like taking.

The closet doors have been torn off, revealing a few articles of clothing that looters didn't feel like taking. A box is tucked in the upper corner, garnering Lilith's attention.

She walks towards the closet, glancing down to watch her step in the cluttered debris. However, she stops, eyes locked on the browning paper beneath her booted foot.

Lilith crouches to one knee, wedging the drawing from her foot. A child's interpretation of a familial unit stares back at her.

She brushes over the young girl, smearing her thumb with the blue, waxy crayon.

The young girl stands with her parents, who hold a bundled baby.

A mediocre house and poorly drawn sun surround them. The attempt of a dog was done at the bottom of the crusted paper.

Lilith's attention remains on the paper, despite the soft snick and firm nuzzling against the back of her head.

"You aren't suppose to be here."

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