A night late won't hurt right? that's what I thought when I got late while returning from my university.
I always kept to myself, what others do wasn't my business even if it meant them kidnapping someone
but that night something in me woke when I saw those people dragging someone to a black van and without a thought I dashed towards them to save a stranger, not thinking that I could be caught and get killed or that I had family waiting at home but I kept that all aside after all it was a human being and God knows what these demons were going to do to her/him. You all would be thinking that all of a sudden why do I care when I could just carry on ignoring the whole scene but that wouldn't be me or any of us right? we are humans after all never doing what we ourselves expect from us. But when it comes to me I think my interest in finding trouble is increasing day by day or in other words I attract trouble like a magnet dude! because you tell me what sane person would knowingly land herself in a live kidnapping!!!? wait I know one me! Miss Sofia Baig!!
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Cheers to the end times
General FictionAfter they came and snatched our freedom, I saw everyone change especially my family not because they were infected by them but the infection that had spread in their hearts. They did things that seem love to my eyes, felt like they were protecting...
