I wish it was darkness, I wish all I could see was darkness and that I could just stay alone in darkness forever.
Unfortunately, I'm living in a different type of darkness, a darkness that involves waking up on a perfect sunny day with your friends all around you, laughing and smiling and having fun while ignoring dozens of our dead friends and family standing at the fence around our home, the town library.
While this may seem unusual, unfortunately this has become something I've become accustomed to. I am now used to seeing the rotting body's of my school mates scrapeing their eyes out and feeding them to eachother, it's normal here. The smell and sound has almost completely numbed our senses, what we would've considered loud, such as a gunshot or a young child screaming for help while getting eaten alive, seems no louder than a door closing or a jar being opened. While the others may say different, this isn't something I'm exactly proud of. I'm not proud of the fact that I have taught myself to ignore those in need, to disregarded those who are dieing before my eyes. But we all did what we had to in order to survive.
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this was home. (Stray Kids Apocalypse Au)
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