20180830

Day 1,453

Of all the bodies that had merged into one gelatinous tidal wave of flesh, of all the people trapped there in varying states of partial to complete suffocation, of all the minds that had come together to form this...thing,somehow the only voices that could be heard were your parents.

No matter how fast you ran, how high up you climbed or how quietly you snuck away, they'd always find you. Waking up to your mother's humming coming a thousand mouths amidst a rippling mass of skin was practically routine at this point. Your father made less of a vocal appearance but his face was the only recognisable one you saw and was always at the front of the flesh.

In some ways it was comforting to know they were still alive and that they just wanted to go back to being the family you were before the bombs were dropped and the heat-blast had fused the panicked crowds into the ever-shifting, ever-following parent blob who liked to curl up by your feet and gently remind you to triple check the air filters.

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