
Sitting alone by the dimly lit Christmas tree, hung with shattered, colorful ornaments and smashed presents, I sang quietly and sadly to myself with a quiver in my voice. "Santa Clause is coming... to town," I then broke down and cried, the sound echoes throughout the broken, crumbling, building I once called "home". It's the first time I cried since the bloody infection broke out two years ago.All Rights Reserved