The Longest Night

Have you ever felt like you're walking on a tight rope, trying not to look below because you just know you'd fall if you would? So your anticipation of getting across grows more prominent with each step you take. Then you take a glimpse at the other end and see that the strands of its fibers are beginning to uncoil, springing one by one.

It's the sense of impending doom.

A premonition, some would say.

The eerie feeling you get when something is about to go wrong.

Ibinalik ko ang tingin ko sa namumutla niyang mukha.

Tumayo siya at dahan dahang lumayo saamin. Isa isa niya kaming tinitigan sa mata.

I know that look.

It's the look we have for the past three months-the look when we are facing those monsters who are trying to kill us.

"One of us here is dead" mabibigat na hininga niyang sambit.

"It's hiding among us" pagpatuloy niya.

Muli kaming binalot ng katahimikan.

"We just have to figure out who among us is dead right?" napalingon ako sa nagsalita. Nakatitig lamang siya sa malayo. Halata ang pagod sa kaniyang mga mata.

"We have to bring them back" sambit ng katabi nito.

"Bring the dead back to where they belong"