5 ...4 ...3 ...2 ...1, 7:00 p.m
'phew', I huffed having locked and secured the last door in the house. Lucky me, the house wasn't that big, or I wouldn't have survived this long.
Luck...
Is luck actually lucky? Or is it a trait given to the unfortunate?
If you have asked me five years ago about how I felt about luck, I would've told you how wonderful it was to be lucky, how lucky is it was to be lucky.
But if you ask me now? I would tell you that luck is a curse, a curse that harms everything you ever loved...
7:02 p.m
Things should be getting started out there. They would be crawling out of there caves right now, with smiles on their faces and laughter that could be heard for miles.
They would start terrorizing and tormenting everyone they crossed; every NORMAL person they crossed that is. They wouldn't stop 'till day break, where they would crawl back into their caves, then pretend nothing ever happening the night before. This was the daily, monthly, YEARLY routine now.
The world could never be the same again, no one would be able to stop the chaos that consumes us all, the insanity that has replaced our humanity. Trust isn't something you give freely anymore; share it with a few people and try to survive.
How did this all start? What force was strong enough to change the world? And humanity?
Well, everything you see today, the destruction and night time slaughters, started with a joke.
A small, FREAKING, superficial joke...
Enough about our crumbling world. What do people do in order to survive? Just lock your doors and windows before hell breaks loose, and never EVER should you able able to see the night sky; you never know what lurks in the darkness.
For the millionth time now, I went to my bedroom, locked the door and headed to bed. It's been my routine for the past two years, that my ever move seemed robotic.
So, there I was, sitting in my bedroom, behind locked doors, in a world full of insane and heartless creatures, alone.
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Operation: Clown Control (ON HOLD)
HorrorAlone. In a world full of smiling faces, loud laughter and nightly bloodshed. Everything she once had is gone. In a world of destruction, can a she possibly find hope, freedom or even love? Well, you'll never know until you read the book :)
