It's quiet uptown, all the good folks have locked their bunkers for the night and rest easy knowing they'll never wake up to a cluster of red orbs engulfing the head of a loved one. They rest easy knowing they'll never have to think "This is the best outcome among everything else".
Most of downtown isn't so blessed by good fortune and instead rely on luck as our blessing, praying that the odds will bend just for tonight, just for one night so that we can move just that little bit closer to uptown. We pray that we won't be noticed by anyone who'd harm us, human or otherwise and latter will always outnumber the former.
We had almost fifty in our group with people dropping and being found sometimes seconds apart. Every death was followed by somebody crawling out from a fallen building and asking if they could join us. "Safety in numbers" was our motto until we lost too many to claim that.
Now we say "Just until tomorrow" which applies to everything. How long do we need to camp out here? How long will our food last? How long will we last? A question that's been asked too many times these past few days and our motto is the truest answer we can give.
For some it's the absolute truth. We've all watched more people die than we'd ever have reckoned and all done our fair share of euthanasia when their suffering looked like it'd be long-term. Lord knows I've done more than my fair share, especially for those in the group with attachments to the dying.
Nothing's harder than putting a bullet trough the eye of the disintegrating mass of flesh that used to be your mother but once you've done that, everything else is a walk in the park - and not just because the wretches and blood-lusters prefer lingering in dim alleys and old shop front instead of ponds and park benches.
Doesn't mean we're much safer here, just less likely to wake up staring down a tooth-filled throat with barely any air left in you. Not unlikely, just less so and that's the best we can hope for until we hit uptown and can press ourselves close enough to the walls that their shields will cover us too.
For now, the park it is.
Just until tomorrow.
Always tomorrow.
Most of downtown isn't so blessed by good fortune and instead rely on luck as our blessing, praying that the odds will bend just for tonight, just for one night so that we can move just that little bit closer to uptown. We pray that we won't be noticed by anyone who'd harm us, human or otherwise and latter will always outnumber the former.
We had almost fifty in our group with people dropping and being found sometimes seconds apart. Every death was followed by somebody crawling out from a fallen building and asking if they could join us. "Safety in numbers" was our motto until we lost too many to claim that.
Now we say "Just until tomorrow" which applies to everything. How long do we need to camp out here? How long will our food last? How long will we last? A question that's been asked too many times these past few days and our motto is the truest answer we can give.
For some it's the absolute truth. We've all watched more people die than we'd ever have reckoned and all done our fair share of euthanasia when their suffering looked like it'd be long-term. Lord knows I've done more than my fair share, especially for those in the group with attachments to the dying.
Nothing's harder than putting a bullet trough the eye of the disintegrating mass of flesh that used to be your mother but once you've done that, everything else is a walk in the park - and not just because the wretches and blood-lusters prefer lingering in dim alleys and old shop front instead of ponds and park benches.
Doesn't mean we're much safer here, just less likely to wake up staring down a tooth-filled throat with barely any air left in you. Not unlikely, just less so and that's the best we can hope for until we hit uptown and can press ourselves close enough to the walls that their shields will cover us too.
For now, the park it is.
Just until tomorrow.
Always tomorrow.
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