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Thinking about that day makes me sick. The quick flashbacks of fire and screams echo through my head, the silhouettes of people running and the baring of teeth are imprinted in my mind.
That day was truly what they call death day.
What I remember the most is the small whimpers of pain and the tiny hand holding on tightly to mine, precious blue eyes filling with tears and their small lips down turned into a painful frown... it still kills me to this day.
All I have is a small trinket and the heavy weight of memories, the rest is just guilt-ridden and bitter.
Losing people is a common occurance but it still doesn't ease the pain, you just learn to live with it, nothing more and nothing less.
The world head become a dog eat dog shithole... the "me, myself and I or die" kind of bullshittery but it does you good to stick to it. It is survival of the fittest and you soon learn everyone could be your rival.
You take what you need, kill who you must, and move on and repeat without getting killed in the process and just about everything can kill you.
Hunters, Clickers, Runners, Bloaters, you name it and the Cordyceps apocalypse has it. You just have to adjust to the ways of life and you'll survive and know who to trust while doing so.
Because God sure as hell knows I did.