#S-12 STEEL HORIZON
I never knew the world could hold so much silence. It echoed through the hollow malls and empty stores, through highways filled with nothing but the charred shells of abandoned cars.
It whistled through the bones of the dead.
LOVE LOVE LOVE this opening.
All eyes looked up when the first raindrops fell from the sky. Scrappers feared the rain. It was the only thing that kept us safe. Kept us hidden. But even with the rain pattering down on the steel roof, nobody talked or moved. We were too tired to be thankful from our short moment of safety. We all knew it wouldn’t last.
A shiver ran down my spine as I watched the people around me with their backs hunched and shoulders sagged. Even though their numbers were small, I wasn’t used to being around people. I tried to isolate myself from them, hugging my legs to my chest and keeping myself folded into my corner.
A man and his young son were nearby and I couldn’t help but stare; he was the youngest person I’d seen in months.
Brown hair clung to his face, streaked with dirt and tears, but his father still let him press his head against his chest, holding him close. He comforted him and told him everything would be all right. His words were lies, but I could never contradict him. Because deep down, I wanted to hear those things too. I wanted someone to tell me that we were all going to live and actually mean it.
I can not tell you how much I loved this opening page. Personal preference? Maybe. I LOVE anything post-apocalyptic/zombie/etc like this. I would absolutely keep reading. Loved the voice, loved the bleakness of the world. And funny that you opened with the exact thing that draws me to post apocalyptics in the first place: the silence. LOVE this.