I can’t believe it. I try, but my mind just can’t seem to wrap around what’s happening.
The people around me move into action, setting watches and checking their ammunition. This feels more like a movie than real life.
In fact, just like a film, the world seems to slow around me as I watch the gates shut and something in my brain finally clicks into place.
I’m not watching World War Z, I’m experiencing it.
I never thought I’d see the world this way. A perfect resemblance of a YA dystopian novel. If I’d known how hard this life was, I’d never have entertained myself with hours of devouring those novels.
We’ve been traveling for days.
Bone weary and chilled through threadbare coats. There’s been nothing but grey stormy skies and frostbitten wind pushing at our tattered clothes. I can’t remember the last time I felt clean. Most of the streams we pass are frozen over and the places the water does still flow are green with toxins. Continue reading
It only comes back to me in fragments. But the feel of it remains with me long after.
I’m shopping. Laughing, having fun.
Only the store I’m browsing is filled with urns and coffins. Continue reading