>i was taking photos when the world ended
>seeing the sky ripped down its middle, torn from one end of the horizon to the other
>had a front row seat
>on the roof of the hotel i stumbled in when the riots in the streets hit their apex
>the visions of the torn sky burnt into the back of my mind
>there were so many of the small ones too when i was driven to starvation clearing a house
>children clawing and slashing amongst the crowd
>i knew i had no choice in dispatching them
>they probably knew as well
>some of them came back after the fighting ended as i greedily ate from the abandoned kitchen
>attacking from shadow to vanish like they were never there
>unseen voices of people behind my brain calling out to me
>flashes of horror behind my eyes
>another unfortunate soul like myself came from the woods
>we spoke for more than a moment without her slipping into the shadow of the daylight
>with wild tired eyes she wished i could kill the monster that took her family
>after agreeing to do so i promptly lied to her
>suppose she believed i had slain the beast because i believed i had
>thankful for the lie i told she gave me all i asked for
>i took everything of value she had
>her magnum and ammo felt real in my hands and it was mine now
>all she had left was the electric guitar in her hands
>i asked for the cable to it and she obliged
>a cruel joke that made the back of my mind laugh every time i saw her living in the collapsed room i allowed her to stay in
>i wonder if she will starve in that room with no way to get more weapons and food
>perhaps she would vanish like the rest instead