My parents died during
the first attack.
My dad was on the EL when
the demons raided his train.
There were no
survivors.
My mom died trying to get
my sister and I to safety.
She told us she loved us
before slamming the fire door shut, and locking us in the security
stairwell.
The door wasn’t thick
enough to muffle her screams.
Then there was my sister.
The memory of what had
happened to her was still too fresh.
I just told Alana that
she was gone.
That I was alone.
That Nora, Kay, Doug and
I were the last of our little…
Village? Colony?
Whatever it was didn’t
really matter.
It didn’t exist anymore.
For two years our home
had held strong.
All it took was one door
left open a crack, and everything was taken away.
I could see Kay and Nora
at the top of the steps leading into Lilac Park.
Even through their smiles
I could sense their pain.
I felt it, too.
We had nothing but each
other right now.
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