She watches a strange figure stumbling across the landscape.
     Like maybe he is drunk or has broken a leg.

His dark hair contrasts against his pale skin, and his sickly veins course throughout his arms. He looks as though he is carrying a spear of some kind. And when she examines his feathery coat more thoroughly, she realizes they are not flamboyant decorations at all.

They are wings.

Her mother had told her about monsters and how they ended the world.

And how gods existed only to burden humanity, and that God with a capital-G had died a long time ago. All that was left was mortals doomed to die, and one final monster aimlessly meandered across the Earth.
     She had thought her mom was joking until she saw the fire of her eyes extinguish, and her lips utter, "I can't see anything."

So she would avenge her mother. Because she was not living, she was surviving. She wonders why she continued on each day, but there had to be some reason.

But it was getting more and more difficult to find one.

She knew nothing in this God-forsaken land could live.

Not unless it was a monster.