Post #4 - Transitions in the Dark

• There is nothing more erie than the morning after a battle. The smell of change dances in and out of the survivor’s nostrils slowly making them aware things will never be the same. The past is gone and the future is here. The day after can bring triumph to some and immense loss to others. Although the citizens of Pointe Place had not been in battle, it felt much like the day after a violent interaction when they slowly emerged from their places of hiding. Who would triumph? Who would suffer?
  
  
  Anna emerged from the the arena which held up better than the other buildings, as she looked at the horizon all she saw was the destroyed city she knew as home a few hours before. She should consider herself lucky as should the rest of the occupants in the arena as they barely managed to avoid being crushed by a fallen building. Cars were everywhere, flipped upside down laying all over the city, some inside or on top of buildings. The surviving buildings left with the scars of the battle the city decisively lost to the storm, the type that never went away. All this made Anna feel a little sad inside, however she knew this wasn’t the end it was only a new beginning.
  
  
  Maple, still inside Pointe Place building, still not able to leave the building, sat staring out the window looked at the small town basically have been wiped out in the last couple hours. She never got to see her family and now with all the destruction around the city the murder of Mr. Evans will no longer be any type of concern for awhile and it may not be ever again. She thought about this as she stayed in the building not able to go outside, "what will happen next?" She thought.
  
  
  Master Gooway stepped out of the dark building to dip his bloody hands in the snow.
  “Thanks for getting us out of there. That had to…” Cleo said, following Gooway out of the dark, amazed. Both stood quietly. “I don’t believe it. I can’t believe it,” the young girl said as she turned and walked back into the building. “This is too much.” Master Gooway was standing alone next to a turned-over car, wiping dirt and grime out of the cuts on his hands when he heard it. He tilted his head to get a clearer listen through the still, dull air. It became clear. “Call me Mr. Rattlebone. Holy Ghost who haunts your home. They don't know you like I know you. Call me Mr. Rattlebone.”

Blog #4 is due on January 28th. You can assume that the damage from the storm gets cleaned-up by the next post. If you are not specifically mentioned in this blog, your character should have some kind of change. An after-the-storm realization that will have a noticeable affect on character.