[ WP ] A world that lay broken

`` Let's keep moving'' 
 
 She sat there, stoic, unresponsive to the stranger's urging. 
 
 `` C'mon. There's nothing you can do about him now.'' 
 
 She must've seemed a child, sitting there, silently mourning someone who was already gone. She brought her hand, drenched in blood, to her cheek to wipe away her hot tears. 
 
 `` Right..'' she stammered, her voice trembling as she spoke. 
 
 The pair had no former relation, only coming into mutual existence after the Event. They had been traveling for two days now, along with Claire's brother, the man now laying face down in a pool of mud and blood. The stranger, whom Claire had not dared ask anything about, stood tall and steadfast, his dark complexion complimenting his broad features and tall stature. He was company enough, though not seemingly one for conversation. Claire did n't mind though. These were not days for idle chit-chat. 
 
 The pair trudged along, each contempt in each other's company. Finally, Claire dared to break the veil of silence. 
 
 `` What..what did you see? Y'know, when It happened?'' 
 
 The stranger hesitated, seemingly contemplating his mind's return to the events of three days prior. 
 
 `` Uh..I'm not sure. I was walking my boy, and there was just this... this huge plume of... of light...'' he paused. Claire noticed small beads of water welling in his eyes. 
 
 `` It's okay. I was with my grandmother when It happened. I know.'' 
 
 She dared not press him any further, this was not the time to stop and wallow in the past. There was nothing to do but continue moving, and hope for another survivor. 

