Hostility Incognito

The shockwaves reverberate throughout the land, making me relieved that I'm
on sand. I feel monsters coming out to get me, so I run and make the
best with what I have. Spears, knives, and bombs have no effect, until I
come across a dilapidated building, entirely derelict. My savior, I
sprint inside, only to find it was not with best interests she permitted
me passage. Bravely I soldier on, scaling the crumbling stairs with
tenacity and little else. My penchant for adventure betrays me, and I
feel myself topple back, into the pits of the earth. Black, so black. I
strike fire, and barely see my hands in front of me. I can sense her
sighs and suddenly understand: All this was just an act. She is loving,
an exercise in nurture. A mother forced to bear this torture that we so
greedily insist on. We sow the seeds and expect to reap them infinitely,
but she sees things differently.

Author's Note

I don't feel as if this work is up to my usual standard, but I'll let everyone else be the judge of that.