Echoing alarm rang down heartless metal hallways. Though the clocks hand had long since past the time for action. Except for one of the fallen. A hunk of metal, smoke fleeing its cylinder.
Lurking within the field of green, stumbling through the warm, welcoming vegetation. A Fox skulked. Dripping a crimson trail every few feet they shuffled. Grabbing the air for support, only to faceplant in the mud.
In agonizing sensation in their lower thigh. Dried like solid wax. A seal cracked for red to leak from the flesh. The result of lead. The crackle of the chain reaction. A distance ringing yet, ever-presents in the fluffy ears of the Fox.
The silent unnatural vegetation, leaking its color’s away. Sphere of safety and protection dips down into the far horizon. Sphere of panic and worry turn the woven woods greyscale.
Raising to a moot height, a Fox made their way through the forest. Now devoid of its colors. Shifting back and force drops of blue mix with the dripping crimson. Shifting forward still, against the odds of wounds.
Memories of a happier time, one of peace, and smiles. Now replaced with that of betrayal and of fear. A glance over their shoulder. Nothing but the dull grey of the darkened forest. Twitching with no rest, Fox’s ears stay perked up. It was seemingly safe.
Wiping the droplets of blue. Backing up to the cold unforgiving vegetation. The Fox lay for much-needed rest. Tending to their wounds, ears still perked up. There was nothing but a blur. Then they were gone.
I was left to lay, my hands a cold crimson, my liver…gone, yet, I laugh. My memories were taken.