The power fluctuated across the city and with every second of darkness, a life was lost.
They called it Going Home to make themselves feel better, to make them feel like the end wasn't so bad. It didn't work. It's just not possible to see a human body - to see any body - in that state of absolute visceral chaos and think that they went on to a better place.
The messages scrawled on every surface around the bodies didn't help. It wasn't what the messages said (the usual you're next, see you when the lights fade, we eat souls etcetera) it was how they followed you afterwards as if they could see you reading them and they latched onto you just to prolong the nautious terror you felt when you saw whatever was left of the last one they'd gotten.
They'd appear where you least expected it. You'd be moving a sofa, opening a cupboard or just reading a book and there'd be those same bloody phrases in that same bloody handwriting letting you know that when the lights flickered again the chances of you dying were much higher than average.
Of course this can't be proved. There's not really any way to tell if someone is more or less likely to be killed by unseen forces, have their body shredded beyond recognition and their remaining fluids used to write vile things that would select the next people to die.
But what other explanation was there?
They called it Going Home to make themselves feel better, to make them feel like the end wasn't so bad. It didn't work. It's just not possible to see a human body - to see any body - in that state of absolute visceral chaos and think that they went on to a better place.
The messages scrawled on every surface around the bodies didn't help. It wasn't what the messages said (the usual you're next, see you when the lights fade, we eat souls etcetera) it was how they followed you afterwards as if they could see you reading them and they latched onto you just to prolong the nautious terror you felt when you saw whatever was left of the last one they'd gotten.
They'd appear where you least expected it. You'd be moving a sofa, opening a cupboard or just reading a book and there'd be those same bloody phrases in that same bloody handwriting letting you know that when the lights flickered again the chances of you dying were much higher than average.
Of course this can't be proved. There's not really any way to tell if someone is more or less likely to be killed by unseen forces, have their body shredded beyond recognition and their remaining fluids used to write vile things that would select the next people to die.
But what other explanation was there?
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