Day 407

We ran from the light that tried to blind us.
It had already gotten so many people, we refused to be next.
The only place left to hide from it was a half sunken train carriage.

We crouched under the seats for days as it swept over us.
Some couldn't handle the cramped, sopping, creaking wreck and ran outside.
They didn't make it far, the light knew where we were.

We would have tried to run out at night but there was no night any more.
There was only the blinding light and the cut off screams of its victims.
It liked to do that, to make them cry out before ending them.

Sometimes it found a person who wouldn't scream the way it wanted.
That or it felt like dragging out the torment to the point where they vomited blood.
Either way there were times when all we could hear outside were those poor wretches.

We thought that's how it would be from then on, that we'd slowly starve in that place.
It hadn't escaped our attention that the whole train was slowly sinking.
We'd been maybe a week in there and by that point we were standing on the seats.

Kept near the door just in case it went entirely, it certainly seemed like it would.
Then the blinding light began to flicker and we seized our chance.
Some still got caught but we found a new place to hide.

It was an underground loading bay for a shopping centre.
We finally have a safe place with food, water and plenty of lightless areas.
Just have to wait this out, ignore the screams and don't draw attention to ourselves.

Except the screams are dying down now and the light flickers past us, as if it's patrolling.
I swear it still knows where we are but perhaps it isn't too sure.
We might still survive this, just need to wait out the light.

None of us have ever gotten a close look at it, all anyone's seen is the light and the corpses it left.
Eyes liquidated, running down scorched faces in pearly trails and the scent of burnt meat.
We can't be sure if the light is dying or trying to trick us.

One of the group, never told us his name, went near the entrance to take a peek.
The light sucked him out, dragged him up and tossed him down once he stopped screaming.
Now we sit here, huddled at the back in the locked doorways as the flickering light sways past.