Zykov's Despair: A Short Story
Zykov’s Despair
A nonexistent force pushes Zykov on the trail that leads to a decrepit, abandoned church with tombstones around its vicinity. He senses eyes watching him from a short distance even though the trees around him are clearly desolate with only the sound of wind whistling past the cold branches. He reaches the graveyard entrance and begins to question life.
“Why are we put on this Earth?... So we can get a job that we hate just to be able to survive with some luxury untill we die either by age or murder?... Nothing matters anymore!”.
A mysterious shadow figure slowly appears in front of Zykov and points at a nearby grave.
“Who are you!”
Zykov yells at the figure but it doesn't move and just keeps pointing. He gradually steps
A nonexistent force pushes Zykov on the trail that leads to a decrepit, abandoned church with tombstones around its vicinity. He senses eyes watching him from a short distance even though the trees around him are clearly desolate with only the sound of wind whistling past the cold branches. He reaches the graveyard entrance and begins to question life.
“Why are we put on this Earth?... So we can get a job that we hate just to be able to survive with some luxury untill we die either by age or murder?... Nothing matters anymore!”.
A mysterious shadow figure slowly appears in front of Zykov and points at a nearby grave.
“Who are you!”
Zykov yells at the figure but it doesn't move and just keeps pointing. He gradually steps