Dear DiaryDear Diary,
The darkness overtook us just as I closed my eyes.
Some of us didn't make it out.
The man who was standing three feet to my left didn't shut his eyes in time and was torn apart by the darkness. It enters through your eyes and then eats down through your system, feeding on fear and sadness. When the darkness left and I could see him, he was nothing but a husk of what he had been. His clothes were hanging off the piece of soggy cardboard that was his body, as if someone had decided to dress a scarecrow. He didn't even have any bones.
I have never seen such carnage as I saw this morning. Corpses lying all around the houses, in the houses, in the stores and businesses, and even in the defense bureau. They didn't believe their own advertisements. They were just trying to scare people into buying stock with the Defense Corps.
I stood up on the hill that was by my house, looking out over the empty town where my friends and family had once lived. Where families once grew. Where it
Little MeI slipped from the shadow formed by the old candy wrapper in the corner of her desk and snuck my way into her pocket as she stood up. As she walked I felt her leg and the muscles pounding in it. She got into her car, nearly sitting on me, but adjusting her skirt just in time. We made it into the house unseen, although he was watching the door carefully.
At times like this I feel as though I am the one guiding her, though she cannot possibly know of my existence. I am too sneaky for that. However, she does listen to my thoughts and do what I would have done. Maybe there is a tie between us, one that I have not seen. I'm not even sure why I stay with her. I just feel like if I leave, neither of us will survive the split.
Plus, I can't leave her alone. Not with him around.