Fionna and Cake Fanfic Ch 4: The Empty City

    I don't know how long me and Marshall walked until the sun started to set. The days have been much of a haze to me; I do not keep track of time. my feet just walk, right after left, right after left, the same motion every single time I move.
    If there is a mountain, I climb it. A river, I swim it. I feel nothing now. That's what scares me the most. The empty feeling inside of me.
    Sometimes I eat. Sometimes I sleep. It's the same motions every day.
    Marshall and I don't talk much.
    It is now daylight, and I have the feeling I'm getting near something big. I get this feeling sometimes. I used it to help me prepare for a fight. I used it for tracking monsters. I used it every single day of my life. Yet, now it seems foreign to me
    Something big is coming, and I don't know if I'm ready for it.
    While lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice Marshall had stopped walking. He sniffed the air, and closed his eyes to listen. 
    Animal instincts.
    "I can smell gasoline."
    That's the first time he has spoken in days.  I almost forgot what his voice sounded like. It was deep and husky, formed from singing all of his life.
    As we got closer, I too notice the gasoline smell. It smells acidic, like if my nostrils breathe in too much, they will melt off my face. I also notice something new in our surroundings. There are bits of asphalt on the ground, random spots appear before my very eyes. More and more smells flood my nose, and soon all nature smells are blocked out.
    Then I see it.
    It looks like a city of some sort, except this is a city I've never seen before. the buildings are made up of shiny metal, and some of them shined with glass. The streets were made of concrete, and asphalt as well, and the strange street lights hung from lines from the sky.
    The oddest thing, though, wasn't the city itself. It was that it was abandoned and empty. Everything was dusty and grimy, some of the buildings half or completely gone. I don't know how to describe it but the ruins also carried a feeling. A weird feeling. It is sort of like the feeling of grief or sorrow, or even longing. Whatever it was the city held the feeling like a child onto a toy. I could also feel danger.
    "Don't split up." Marshall said abruptly.
    "What?"
    "Don't split up he repeated." He repeated. "In all the horror movies I saw, the idiots split up. that's when the murderers usually kill them."
    I forced a small smile. I have seen some of these "horror movies". Usually a group of teenagers were in a haunted house with a n ax-murderer on the loose, and some bright guy decides that the group should split up. Rookie mistake. When Cake and I were battling monsters, we never split up. I guess we couldn't handle if something happened to one another.
    "Yeah, I guess if were following the same horror movie logic, we shouldn't go into the creepy cellars with only a candle for a light source."
    It was his turn to smile.    
    "Yah got that right Fio. No creepy cellars."
    "Or attics."
    "Or hospitals."
    "Maybe we shouldn't go in this place at all, now that I think about it Marshall."
    We both chuckled. It was a small chuckle, but it carried on the same effect as a full on laugh. I haven't laughed in years.
    After debating for a half hour whether or not to go into the ghost town, we finally decided to look for resources. I just hope that my survival instinct yelling, "THERE'S DANGER IN THERE!" in the back of my mind isn't right.