The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!

I found myself walking in a strange part of town.  I’m not sure where I was, but it was night.  And there was no moon, and on nights like these, I remember who I am.  We all do, and shadows hunched over burning barrels, crying hysterically.  My bare feet stumbled over the broken debris, trying to avoid shards of glass, but my feet were already black and bruised.  My eyes searched desperately for hope, for remembrance, but all I found was graffiti along the walls, our attempt to remember.  All we could do was grab onto fragments, pieces of a life now gone.  On nights like these, I know who I am, but these nights are not too often.  And I slip away.  We all do, and when tomorrow’s sun rises, there will be no love, no humanity.  Only pure primality, and we will live like animals.  We won’t recognize each other, and only the strong will survive.  When I awake again, if I were to awake again, would I find myself covered in someone else’s blood?  Would I be sorry that they were dead?  Part of me is, but that part is fading.  And I walk through this strange part of town.