It's all over.
Everyone is gone.
My town has been wiped out.
Everyone's dead but not. Everyone's the opposite of alive but not dead.
That night when it got me too, a woman found me. She saw the blood that covered my face. She saw the scars that smothered me, head to toe. She cried.
Through her tears, she weeped, "Not you! Not you too! You poor girl."
She shook her head as she glanced over my bloodied body, lying lifeless, bleeding onto the cold earth. After a while of cradling my head, she sat cross legged and placed my head into her lap. The middle aged woman tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before taking a deep breath.
"Your not the only one, you know. One Monday morning, I storm into my son's room, expecting him to still be asleep but instead his body hung from the ladder on his cabin bed. Blood surrounded his feet and he was stained in it, as if he had been dunked into a barrel of red paint," she continued despite her shakey state and the tears that dripped from her eyes. "My son, my only child, dead before his tenth birthday. I don't know what happened to him, but I'm scared. What if this is going to happen to everyone? What if my whole family dies? What if-"
They were her last words before a piercing scream blasted from her mouth as she collapsed to the ground.
