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Jan. 3rd, 2003 03:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zesty_pintoThe world was going to blow up.
A war broke out within the world and people were getting massacred. The land was starting to break apart into space ace millions were dying. I remember running from the planes as they started to crumble and saw tanks shoot at the survivors as they tried to come there. In the end, though, all of them died. But then... the sky began to twinkle and light poured as I soon realized that not everyone was dead: the light was that of survivors that managed to get away. It was strangely comforting knowing that, that even though the world was gone, the legacy of others was not.
Somewhere along the way I looked to the stars. I was on the dark streets of a city. Heading to a street, I looked for something to drink and went to a bodega, but only saw that instead of soda, they sold natural apple juices and was uninterested since it was unpackaged and may have been contaminated. I walked around instead, though for the life of me I don't remember what I was doing. I think I was heading home, but that was when the undead came and killed, and I remember seeing it helplessly. I ran and tried to warn others.
Then it came to me looking after a colony of others. I was around an orphanage in the country, around a church with a couple of people, I tried to encourage kids to prepare and get out. It was sunset then, it was getting dark fast, and we had no lights save a torch. It was to a shelter we went, and although I didn't know what to do, I tried to stay calm though I was really afraid of the monsters possibly hurting the others. We continued down the tunnel and then left it to the outside in the wilds, safe. In time, we returned to find the house mostly in the condition it was: it still felt almost as though it was contaminated from the attack. I looked around the house for any possible problems... and then I woke up.
A war broke out within the world and people were getting massacred. The land was starting to break apart into space ace millions were dying. I remember running from the planes as they started to crumble and saw tanks shoot at the survivors as they tried to come there. In the end, though, all of them died. But then... the sky began to twinkle and light poured as I soon realized that not everyone was dead: the light was that of survivors that managed to get away. It was strangely comforting knowing that, that even though the world was gone, the legacy of others was not.
Somewhere along the way I looked to the stars. I was on the dark streets of a city. Heading to a street, I looked for something to drink and went to a bodega, but only saw that instead of soda, they sold natural apple juices and was uninterested since it was unpackaged and may have been contaminated. I walked around instead, though for the life of me I don't remember what I was doing. I think I was heading home, but that was when the undead came and killed, and I remember seeing it helplessly. I ran and tried to warn others.
Then it came to me looking after a colony of others. I was around an orphanage in the country, around a church with a couple of people, I tried to encourage kids to prepare and get out. It was sunset then, it was getting dark fast, and we had no lights save a torch. It was to a shelter we went, and although I didn't know what to do, I tried to stay calm though I was really afraid of the monsters possibly hurting the others. We continued down the tunnel and then left it to the outside in the wilds, safe. In time, we returned to find the house mostly in the condition it was: it still felt almost as though it was contaminated from the attack. I looked around the house for any possible problems... and then I woke up.
