So apparently, I’m supposed to survive the apocalypse. How nice.
I wake up fresh on the bed. Not exactly “fresh”, “on the bed”, or even “wake up”, but I’ll take it. I go downstairs to see her dead on the couch. My sister. She’s been rolling through the tapes for a while now. I guess the darkness consumed her. Which one? How am I supposed to know?
I force down the tears and stroke a line on my hand. I guess that’s the twelfth line. I count.
One… the teacher I was talking to in Coal Hill.
Two… the one driving the bicycle beside my car when I was going home.
Three… my mother.
Four… that kind woman selling newspapers.
Five… my father.
Six… the maid.
Seven… my neighbor.
Eight and Nine… those two students asking for directions.
Ten… that man who tried to explain what was happening.
Eleven… that man’s beautiful companion.
Twelve… holy shit what was that?
A flicker. Oh no.
I run upstairs as fast as possible. I won’t let them take me. I grab the gun and point it. Flicker. Oh God.
I feel the stone wrap around my neck.
I just need to draw one last line…
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Achluophobia
Fanfictionachluophobia [[ach.lu.o.PHO.bia]] a fear of night, darkness ======================= This was inspired by Doctor Who. All creatures and preexisting characters and plotlines are credited to Doctor Who and BBC.
