Day 2,140

If she hadn't been the one to kill him, someone else would have and they wouldn't have been so kind about it. Hard as it was to do, it was harder still to pry the car keys from his broken hands - she had to cut off a few fingers in the end. She didn't shake at all when she was beating him to death but now he was truly gone and past the point of return, she found herself starting to break.

There was no time for it, she said to herself, desperately trying to stave off panic and grief and barely succeeding. The image of his broken face was stuck behind her eyelids and every blink threatened to spill all her tears. She wiped harshly at her eyes, stumbling out of the house and into the harsh mid-morning sun.

The car was right where he'd parked it last night, haphazardly against the curb. She made a break for it, praying that everybody else was too preoccupied with their own chaos to notice her escape. Her hands shook so much she nearly dropped the keys straight into the gutter but eventually she managed to unlock the door and fasten her seatbelt.

As soon as she turned the key in the ignition the sky erupted into inky darkness and the car's clock showed it was 01:49AM. When she turned it back she caught sight of him alive and walking into the house, calling out to her to hurry up. She was back before it all began, before he started showing the signs.

She was either going to have to relive it all again or drive off into a night somewhere in the future.