Gusts of wind sprayed water upon the wall, the wind howled between the narrow windows that looked down at the shore.
The walls had protected the city for many years, but this night no invaders would dare to show, for walkers roamed in the darkness and everyone stayed indoors.
The streets were empty, there was silence, only the wind grew louder with compliance. Yet a lone woman scurried down the hall, her steps echoed hollow on the marble floor.
And out she went this restless night, her feet caked the mud, yet she did not slow, for what hunted her would not let her go.
With fear she ran without looking back, the darkness was thick and she did not see where she sprang. The void tipped her over, an invisible touch, the walker had decided this hunt was ending, her cries unamending.
For she was marked, her life was not her own, it would never let her go, with glee it watched her sob.
The creature was invisible, in the darkness of the night, though there were texts that made guesses, for the mere sight would end their lives.
The rain drummed on her body, her gown was thoroughly soaked, the cold made her shiver and fear made her lips they quivered.
But she did not sit for long, this restless night, her skin turned pale and cold, until the walker was satisfied.
Her eyes were empty and her body was the same, not a single drop had spilled, no markers upon her skin.
But the creature did not grin for this was not a joyous night, they once ruled the world, but now, they make due with one restless night.
© Christopher Stamfors
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