the ocean opens up to swallow you [[ALEUT]]

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[atrb=background,http://i1291.photobucket.com/albums/b555/zombiesnakes/CrossTableMid.png] Acting. "Speaking." Thinking. Dark clouds hid the stars from view, plunging the night into even more darkness. Thunder shook the earth as the Gods sobbed, their tears pelting down down upon the inhabitants. All the small prey creatures had long since buried themselves underground, out of sight and scent from the predators that hunted them. The ground soaked up the polluted water like a sponge, the foliage around drowning in it. The plants were dying, suffocating, turning an ugly brown color as they died. The area was still, but for one dark figure that loped, head angled down, ears pinned against the rain, beneath the overgrown, dying plants. Crocifisso glared skyward, squinting his dark brown eyes against the heavy rain. All around, the only thing he could ear was the rain pounding the ground and the thunder that caused his nerves to vibrate. Despite Cross's thick black coat, he shivered as a strong wind blew against him, attempting to push him back. Defiantly, the black-coated canine pushed back against it, growling as he did so. He hated the cold. He hated rain. He hated fucking winter. Cross bared his fangs, still a healthy white due to his young age, and again glared at the sky. "Ruining my life wasn't enough? I have to suffer through this, too?" he nearly yelled at the Gods. It was a selfish thought, perhaps, to believe that they were truly focused on only Crocifisso. But he was selfish. And with his very soul, Cross believed that a past life of his must of done something horrendous, because he was surely being punished. When Cross looked forward again, a look of surprise crossed his features before it was immediately wiped off. Now that's more like it, he thought, his words little more than a growl in his mind. Before him, stood a series of large buildings. A parking lot surrounded each of the buildings. Cross hurried toward the nearest one, searching for a way in. A double door stood on top of a set of wide, cement stairs. One of the doors hung off its hinges. There was room enough for a large dog to slip through. It was more than the medium-sized Elkhound needed. He glanced around, looking for any hidden creatures, before he allowed himself to hurry up the steps and jump through the opening. Once inside, relief flooded him as the rain ceased to beat down on him. Cross shook out his fur, sending droplets all around the tiled floors. When he was satisfied, the canine looked around. He was in a hallway. Doors were opened to other rooms. Cautiously, the dog slowly made his way toward the rooms, peaking inside, his nose twitching as he attempted to sniff the contents of the room before entering. He paused by the door, eyes scanning. Desks and chairs had rusted, some of the legs broken, causing the desks to fall to one side. He could see those strange things that he'd heard referred to as 'books' in side a shelving unit - A bookcase? - though most of them were scattered across the ground. Papers littered the desks and floor.