All Chapters of Silent vociferation : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Carla, the kittens' mom has returned for so long with food for her kittens. Her empty eyes stared ahead, her head was empty, and the hollow feeling in her chest felt so heavy. She knew she can't stay like this, like a dead body when she had to survive to know what has happened hundred years ago, and why she still alive, who were two people that match the photo that should have been died many many years ago. But, the thought that occupied her was how can she live in this society where she don't know what has happened. She never care about dates and years, never paid too many thoughts the fact that every month, new stuff come to their house, and the decorations in their house changed and change until she can't remember what the house looks like five months ago.She gets up, attempting to do some work for her to eat. She went to the corner where the pipe was attached to the walls, somehow she successfully make the area into her bathroom, where the various sizes of boxes connect. She went

It was dark. Khakis stiff body was still in my arm, as I plodded down with him on the ground. Refused to let him lay there alone. And I was humming, the humming I used to do every night before I sleep. I smooth down his fur. I succeeded to make him sleep this time. He is usually the worst when it comes to sleep. He don't want to sleep until he was tired of running around, but, tonight. He sleeps early.My eyes grew heavy as I watched Carla balled up with her kitten in the box.I watched khakis as he suddenly woke up, leaning his head to my ankle, trying to lead me somewhere, we strolled down the alleyway, and more alleyways before we make a sharp turn to the left and walked again and again and turn left again. And there's a forest in front of us, and he led me quietly. Maybe he was not tired yet, and he want to fully wipe off any left energy before he sleep, or he wish to fulfill something before he take a rest that night. However, I can't stop being curious."Where are we going khak

Early dawn easily slipped through the end of night, open another curtain of new chapter of life. Making its way towards the endless possibilities within the limited time before the darkness take over the new day again.It was a bone chilling, or that's how she felt that early morning. The shower took longer that she thought, perhaps because of the excitement or maybe because of nervousness that stirring her head, thinking she might be stink since she haven't have a proper soap and toothbrush, she thought it was far convenient than many months ago where her family used to brushing their teeth with a birch twig, fraying at the end. It's was an horror she had to go through. Not to mention, the scrub from hardwood ashes but her family was keep advancing themselves, in a few months they already use a rose shape soap.She knew she hasn't have a good stuff in the cabin but she was sure she will make a good money out of the job and buy a lot of necessaries. But for now, she was nervous if she

The dust in the dry air was something common in the area. The night sky was adorned with white shining pearl, twinkling their light, decorating around the lonely moon. The cold night embracing the world, while the clock ticking away indicating people's life moving, passing the temporary night. The still trees on each side of the road, the cars queue up just beside the road, every creatures was having the rest to the fullest. The birds in their nest, the wild boar in the deep forest probably in their own place to rest. But to some, the night still early, the clicking click was just a thing they should ignore. Their life still needs to be fulfilled where people couldn't see their business because they were busy to have rest after long tiring day to notice these people. Somehow, the road was empty that night. The same road that those buff giant men line up, guarding the place. In the foggy night, a man, completed with dark attire, crossing the road as if the world is belong to him. No o

Joshua povThe rumbles of those walls was coming closer. No matter how fast I forced myself to run, the quicker I got was narrowly escape the falling building. That was third time this week. I already lost the ground to run, lost all the place to shelter. Fate never sided with me, that's for sure. My chest was heaving like a horse pounded track, I knew every second I was getting weaker, not a single grain I could find to full my hunger, not even a sip of clear water, nothing more than a polluted rain and some leaves from the last three weeks. It's hard to live in this place, where the water was nothing but a thick pus or some called them purulent. It's thick, hot, that the river or any water sources were looks like a boiling liquid with bubbles come out and popped like a balloon. This land also isn't good for farming, it's too dried, humid weather that could prick your skin, expose yourself too much under the sun and the heat, it's will give you at least a month t