Wasteland of Human Decay

I had a strange daydream a while ago and couldn't help but finally write it up.

He walked down the Victorian road, staring down at the shiny, red bricks. There were strange, distorted shadows floating across the pavement as if lots of human-sized clouds were floating above. However, no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't seem to look up.

“Why are the bricks red?” He asked the woman to his left, his voice sounding like it would going through a tunnel.

“The bricks are not red,” She replied in a dull, monotonous voice.

“But- they are!” He said, more insistent this time. How could she not see that they were obvious red? Deep, strangely shining red.

“No... they're not...” She said once more, and, before he could reply, a drop of red feel from the sky. Then another, and another. Soon, red drops of liquid were falling from the sky like rain. Everything seemed to grow darker, as if they were in the middle of some sort of sudden rainstorm.

The woman looked up, droplets of red painting her dark clothes. His eyes followed.

And his heart stopped.

There, above them, were mutilated, distorted human figures, faces masks of pain. They were bent and gutted out of shape into cloud-like figures and were floating along in clusters. This was where the red was coming from.

He looked back to the woman, horrified, only to see her gone.

He was alone. Alone in this wasteland of human decay.

Author's Note

I couldn't get this old daydream out of my mind and so I finally wrote it up. It probably sucks. I wrote it up in about a minute and only took about 40 seconds to quickly go through and edit more of the obvious problems. I ask you not to focus on those, but on the story itself. I hope you enjoyed it and I would appreciate it if you reviewed or voted.

Thanks!

Reviews

[Rasputin]

I actually kind of enjoyed this. It captured the confusion and mounting anxiety of a nightmare.
My one critique (aside from a typo or two)- the title "Wasteland of Human Decay" seems redundant. It doesn't leave much to the imagination, and to be honest, it seems derivative and unimaginative. Other than that, I couldn't find any real fault with this.