Daydream/Reality
The fires are beginning to die down in the distance, but I’m still not ready to leave my hiding place. Who’s to say if they’ve actually moved on, or if they’ve just run out of things to burn? I’m not about to go find out firsthand. I’ve seen what those lunatics do to the few of us who are still normal.
All my life I’ve read apocalyptic fiction, I’ve watched zombie movies, and I’ve even fantasized that I’d be the one surviving, the one who kept it together, while the others cowered.
But I never imagined it being this bad.
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