Nobody remembers them being here, nobody remembers their names or the sound of their laughter.
We call them the Yesterdays. They're like ghosts only they might still be alive somewhere but without any bodies we can't say for certain. We only know they existed in the first place for all the evidence they left behind. Entire cities of it.
We wondered if they might just wandered off somewhere, planning to return later but all the half-eaten food, the doors left wide open and the hastily barricaded apartments said something much worse had happened. Something that none of us could remember or could even find evidence of.
It was like a whole chunk of history had been erased.
For all we know, we're next.
We call them the Yesterdays. They're like ghosts only they might still be alive somewhere but without any bodies we can't say for certain. We only know they existed in the first place for all the evidence they left behind. Entire cities of it.
We wondered if they might just wandered off somewhere, planning to return later but all the half-eaten food, the doors left wide open and the hastily barricaded apartments said something much worse had happened. Something that none of us could remember or could even find evidence of.
It was like a whole chunk of history had been erased.
For all we know, we're next.
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