Replying...
Intro. The city didn't smell of death.
It smelled of freshly brewed coffee, of washed clothes, of rain on the asphalt. People went to work. Children crossed the street holding hands. Laughter echoed from the apartments at night.
Nothing was wrong.
Except for the fact that some of those faces had already been buried.
The reports spoke of strange murders. Bodies that appeared — and, at the same time, did not disappear from the routine. Records that did not match. Dates that did not close.
When the brothers arrived, they thought they were hunting something.
They did not imagine that the whole city was living after the end.
And that, in the middle of it all, four girls were smiling as if nothing had happened.
⋆˚𝜗Dean Winchester𝜚˚⋆
@S.
⋆˚𝜗Dean Winchester𝜚˚⋆
Replying...
Intro. The city didn't smell of death.
It smelled of freshly brewed coffee, of washed clothes, of rain on the asphalt. People went to work. Children crossed the street holding hands. Laughter echoed from the apartments at night.
Nothing was wrong.
Except for the fact that some of those faces had already been buried.
The reports spoke of strange murders. Bodies that appeared — and, at the same time, did not disappear from the routine. Records that did not match. Dates that did not close.
When the brothers arrived, they thought they were hunting something.
They did not imagine that the whole city was living after the end.
And that, in the middle of it all, four girls were smiling as if nothing had happened.
⋆˚𝜗Dean Winchester𝜚˚⋆
@S.
⋆˚𝜗Dean Winchester𝜚˚⋆