The Fallen (The Script)

After

Darkness is the master now. On the planet that used to shine all day long there is nothing. Mankind fought himself but in the end he could not triumph.

The winner was darkness.

The winner will always be darkness.

I lie on the dusty floor, chaos surrounds me but it's silent.

Thats the strangest part, you'd expect this much damage to make some sort of noise.

In the first days I just felt lucky to be alive.

I could open my eyes and breathe in the ash filled air, the fits of coughing that wracked my already frail body were welcome. Anything to remind me that I was still here. That my body was still capable of basic reflexes.

Unlike those I was surrounded by.

I felt it was safer to be around others, even if their tired bodies could no longer react to the tainted air of our ruined earth.

It got to a point where loneliness was so extreme and my fear so intense that the cold bodies seemed a comfort.

I felt less alone.

Although when I think back now I was so dehydrated that the possibility of hallucinations shouldn't be ruled out.

My days consisted of scavenging for whatever I could find to eat or drink. I've discovered that when mankind is hell-bent on the destruction of everyone and everything they don't think alot about how the survivors will feel in the aftermath.....or what we'll eat.

I managed this way for......well I'm not sure could've been weeks or even months.

But now, now the initial euphoria of simply being has worn off.

As I lie in the darkness I realize that it's not enough to just be.

I must move on, try and find some aim or purpose.

I could always turn myself in....give up. I'd have free food and be warm....I might be able to find him again....

"NO"

I manage to make myself jump. My exclamation disturbs the dust that had settled on me and it swirls around like an angry tide.

I promised to never give up, to keep fighting on as we used to. I can keep going. Anything, even this abyss I live in now, anything is better than being their, their....slave.

I promised him I wouldn't

I scrub my fists roughly over my eyes. It's useless to think of what I had. It is useless to allow yourself to feel anything anymore.

There was Before....

And now there is After.

I must focus on staying alive and avoiding capture by The Society. I cannot allow myself to remember the man with the deep eyes and the voice that made my fears disappear...

That is passed and gone.

I am a different person, I don't feel anymore

I no longer think I'm in love

I am one of The Fallen.

This is how I live.