The Family Of The Lyons Experienced Basic Lives Of Any Other. Good Paying Jobs, Good Home, Three Boys. The Sons; Jamal, Hakeem, And Andre.
The Married Couple, Havana Lyon And Her Husband. The Family Would Never Trade Their Lifestyle For Another. Th...
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"I wish I killed myself a long time ago. Sometimes I did, and sometimes I still do. I've been able to watch an infection happen so many times. It looks so easy. You feel pain and fear for a second. Your body eaten away. You start to foam up around the mouth, your body feeling limp and uncontrollable. You feel the sickness burning you.
Then, you die. You go peacefully, or if you're strong enough to transform, so be it. You'll rise back up, becoming what killed you. Then shot in the head by one of us. Then, you're done. You'll be out like a light, not even feeling a thing. You didn't have to suffer."
"But look at what we chose, being such cowards. We chose to live. And salvage for food like rats living off of crumbs. We are the rats, now. We could all be wherever the souls go, if we only just didn't want to stay alive so bad. If we just weren't so afraid of dying."
"It would sound crazy to anyone else, but if it sounds right to me, it always sounds crazy to everyone."
"This world ended too early. I could have been living normally, going to my office job everyday like a normal person. No, it wasn't an office job. Don't believe it was. It was something in business. Something like that. I don't really remember anymore. Glad I don't. That job brought me hell. At least the hell I remember. Why should I miss it? Not like I need to be waiting for a phone call from them, telling me I'm fired.
They're all dead."
"I wish I could be fine with that, but I'm actually quite jealous. That could have been me. Should have been me."
Havana peered down at the foggy abyss that had become the town they were in. It rained a little last night, and her and her boys enjoyed touching every ounce of it. It always made them feel pure. A little less...empty. They loved getting under it, letting it cover them and soak them. Allowing it to rinse away the dirt and grime that labeled their struggles in the forgotten world.
The fog was in every nook and cranny of the town, allowing itself to be seen from miles on end. The fog wasn't glorified like the rain, though. Havana twisted her face up into a frown.
She turned her head around to face her boys, who sat in a circle tossing down dirty cards in a pile in the middle of them.
The cards were old, soggy, and busted, but they were all they mostly had to occupy themselves. What to expect, there isn't a damn thing else to do. They were pros now. All the time they had to create new games and invent new tricks.
