I remember, living in a world. A world where I could walk, with grass under my feet. I remember a world where I could say "Hi" but never expect a hello. I remember a world where everyone was content and happy with life.
But now, I live in a world; where cold stone touches my feet. I live in a world where I say "Hello" but get fearful stares. I live in a world where "they" have taken over. A world where "we" have been forced underground. I live in a world of fear. A world of constant sorrow.
I remember like it just happened. It was the same as yesterday to be honest. It all happened without warning. As most catastrophes do. Then again I wouldn't call this a catastrophe or a pandemic. I really don't give a shit what you would call it. All I know is, something bad happened; and it's hasn't even started yet.
I remember my father being attacked by my neighbors, my father attacking my mother COMPLETELY unprovoked, and finally my mother and father eating my sister. Her cries still wake me at night.
But now, I live in a world; where cold stone touches my feet. I live in a world where I say "Hello" but get fearful stares. I live in a world where "they" have taken over. A world where "we" have been forced underground. I live in a world of fear. A world of constant sorrow.
I remember like it just happened. It was the same as yesterday to be honest. It all happened without warning. As most catastrophes do. Then again I wouldn't call this a catastrophe or a pandemic. I really don't give a shit what you would call it. All I know is, something bad happened; and it's hasn't even started yet.
I remember my father being attacked by my neighbors, my father attacking my mother COMPLETELY unprovoked, and finally my mother and father eating my sister. Her cries still wake me at night.