Hell To the Grave Part 1

Hell freezes over. Fire into ice. Ice…but without the chill, the cold. I try to rethink how this happened. How a world so green, so vibrant, become hell. And now a pale white wasteland. Agony to relief. A relief that can’t possibly last. Impossibilities. A dream. Numbness. As I emerge from my shelter, built to withstand dry heat, not cool precipitation. I wonder at the beauty of this new and strange world. The scorching I’ve received, now soothed by the cooler air. Miniscule crystals, floating slowly to the earth, sticking to my hair. Like dust. Not cold. I see others as well, marveling at this white world, revealing themselves to be inadequately clothed for this overnight change. I hear a child’s laughter, excited screams as she experiences the cold for the first time. I turn to watch, a smile on my face. There in the white, brash scarlet stains the pureness. The girl’s excitement turns to anguish. She clutches her head, letting out a piercing cry. Before my eyes, she transforms. Her arms, becoming broken and lengthy, ending in tentacles. Her face, distorted beyond recognition. More cries, bawling, hammering of fists. All around me, those whom I’ve grown up with become unrecognizable. Their skin becomes a sickly green beige, the colour of vomit. Suddenly everything stops. Silence…