Dina came home with us.
There was no way she was going back to her apartment, alone. After
everything we had just seen, we had all decided that we were better off
together.
My mother had gone upstairs not long after we had gotten
home, and Dina and I had settled into the kitchen.
We sat in silence for a few minutes.
Dina spoke first. “I… I’m sorry about your dad.”
“Me, too.” I bit my lip.
“Funny thing is, I had actually managed to get all the electronics out
of the house. Didn’t matter,
though. My dad was so stubborn that he
had gone out to the trash, and…” I let out a single laugh that quickly turned
into a sob. “He was a stubborn man.”
“Most dads are.”
I tried to respond, but found that the only noise I was
capable of making was another sob. Then
it hit me like a tidal wave.
My father was dead.
My friends were dead. Something
had tried to kill my mother.
Unknown Sender, or Virus, or whatever the fuck was floating
around out there was actively destroying not only my life, but the lives of
everyone I cared about.
I started crying, and I couldn’t stop.
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