Since the invasion of the lands of the world had began, people were running hiding scraping to find some break in the madness in order for their lives to remain. Imogen and her husband some of those people. They had been quite active before the worlds had unfolded. Her husband, Alfred, was a scientist for the russian government. Imogen was a farmhand, a people person. As much as her husband had objected to her going out, traveling to help those in need, he could have been spending the time doing other things. Alfred loved Imogen and her large heart, it made his dark heart less black inside from all the madness he knew and kept her from. On her last try flying out to help starving people and people in medical crisis, she had forced the grumpy Alfred to come with her.
Of course he was cursing fighting with the soft hearted Imogen about the whole trip, who never raised her voice never so much as mutter a complaint to him. The flight had been to the one place Alfred hated most, London France. Imogen was excited to be there, happy as a button when they had landed moving into a rental home for them to live for a while. Alfred was ready to leave, go back to Russia in a month but...well that was when the madness of the world happened.
Portals had opened from different times, different dimensions and rapidly the human population had diminished. The first wave of eructation of the world have sent technology back to the stone age. All form of contacts through phones, computers, internet had been closed. The second wave had come, causing more and more people to flood to the city where they only prayed they would be safe. Then third wave had come, attacking in a massive wave against the city of London. Everyone feared this was the end, that the human race would end right there and then. A shine of hope came out of a blue, a Paladin they called him. Easily he had seemed to slaughter the creatures, saving them all and blessing the human race.
Alfred had become obsessed with the aspect of the Paladin, the rumors about the man, he wanted to learn more but his wife..well Imogen was just grateful to be alive. Imogen had started to do more in the city then, realizing they were trapped there for the rest of their lives. She had picked up the wounded that had been attacked by stray monsters, taking them to a broken down warehouse to help..save their lives as best she could. Imogen's father had been a doctor, and often she had watched him, now she was taking the reins, doing what she could to stop their deaths. She had began to make a garden the best she could in the park, growing her own food and...well some people were helping her, making a farm with what little land they had to live on. In the months that had passed, the soft spoken Imogen had become the beacon of hope for the city. Imogen the angel, people started to call her giving people a reason not to give up.
Often as did come her task for trying to save people in the crossfire the Paladin missed, there were casualties. People that often died on the table or in her arms and Imogen's heart..it broke at the sight of it. She took their deaths all too personally, wondering if she could have gotten there faster if it would have made a difference. Done something different on the table. Most of the people wished o just throw the bodies in a large ditch, but Imogen wouldn't allow it. Especially the babies and childrens bodies.
Today had been no different. Imogen had cradled the baby of a 6 month old in her hands, wrapped in many blankets that had died from her parents leaving her with no one to feed and care of. She had walked past the border, a little way out of the city to dig a small hole. Placing the body down gently Imogen worked. She had brought some flowers with her, taking a large stone to set at the front of the small hole. Smaller rocks were taken from the debris to circle the grave she was making before her pale hands moved and lifted up the child. Imogen caressed the infant beneath the cloth, raising it to her lips, kissing it's dead forehead before wishing it farewell. Slowly she lowered the lifeless corpse into the ground, releasing it before she took the dirt from the ground and started to cover up the body under there was nothing but a mound of dirt. Imogen placed the flowers on top of the grave as well as by the larger stone at the top. There the young woman of 18 kneeled in front of the grave, hands in front of her face in prayer.
Imogen's hair had been braided by the children of the city today. Her gown was what little an old lady could do with the tattered remains of the dead and the cloth they scavenged from their homes and others. The dress was a soft coral, bits of brown along the top and fringe on the bottom. Her purple eyes were closed behind long lashes, deep in her prayer.
So used to the madness she had become that the sound of feet thumping against the ground shaking it, did not make her budge. Slowly the creatures came, Imogen did not waver. Not until the breath hit her head, the presence of something lingering right behind her. Her eyes opened at the feel of the cold air tickling the nape of her neck. Slowly Imogen let her hands pull down from her face. Slowly she turned her head.
"What a pretty little thing." The monsters voice cooed at her reaching and grabbing a fistful of her hair. Imogen reached for her hair as the beast tugged her head back, moving and dragging her behind him. "Ahh!" Imogen cried flailing her legs and clawing at it's dripping gooey hand. Still it walked backwards towards more of them that were running forward. Arm stretched straight as it pointed in the direction of the city. "Kill them all!" The beast shrieked with furry.
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