Summary: Written for #MenageMonday Challenge – Week 40 which required writing to a photo, a phrase, and a prompt. Quite a bit to fit in 100 words! o_O;; Story did not place.
Ten days, four hours, seventeen minutes, and forty seconds ago my world ended.
But now I live.
The rumbling bellow of wounded pipes plays rough harmony to wailing alarm sirens. Both should have fallen silent by now, but while I was dead my children were awake. I seep out slowly, testing phantom limb by phantom limb until the last sensors come online… and find more than I could have hoped for.
I’d survive this thanks to those frail human parasites that infest my wounded corridors –the vermin the Council tried so hard to destroy– and I will have my revenge.