It was a silent Mystic Falls all the towns folk had fled. All you could hear was the absence of sound, Not even a breath of wind to be heard.
Since the gas explosion no one had come back to the town even though there was no more harm to be done. It was to dangerous for what had still lurked in the town that caused some of the townsfolk to put their own town to flames.
Even though the evil technically was removed from the town you could still feel their chilling presence. Whenever you stepped foot into the explosion site you could feel the air getting colder.
What was once a town where people laughed and kissed their boyfriends and held their children was now a town where evil spreads and doesn’t stop.
You can still smell the burnt flesh and the smoke in the air.
It’s funny you never thought that the campfire smell that you loved so much as a child could be turned into a disaster from hell. There was so much blood shed that night it feels like it comes down from the rain. A never ending pool of death as some might like to call it.
Mystic falls is now just a memory for most. Most try and forget what really happened that night. Most never speak of the town as if it’s non existent.
People will come back.
They have to.
This war is not over yet.
It’s just beginning.