viernes, 31 de enero de 2014

My Start

Those were very eventful months…

It happened not long ago. People were being people, living their normal lives. Waking up, breaking fast, going to work, returning home and going to sleep… Their little lives, so orderly and perfect, were ruined by that disastrous instant.
I do not seem to recall how it happened, but I do recall that it happened quite violently. They were out of control, rampaging like beasts. Not that it was different from other attacks, mind you, but this time they attacked with such ferocity… The fun thing about them was how they would play with you, cat and mouse. The way they toyed with your mind, the way they fooled you into a standing a chance... That was the fun thing.

But suddenly, it wasn't fun anymore. Something changed among them...

Many innocents were horribly slaughtered. Good and evil ones were massacred. It was a continuous bloodbath that soon stained the earth…  The monster in chains and his flaming partner danced on the razed streets, the hellish nightingales were singing their songs of devastation… And there was the cruellest of them al, looking with a grin. Walking among the corpses, changing its shape every few minutes.
Despite of their brutal rampage, some life remained. Some were wise, never leaving their houses. Some were lucky to not be caught on the crossfire. Some were spared, looking at those beasts as “gods”… Such disgusting appellation, it is like calling the maggot-ridden corpse on the street a person.
Those who were wise or lucky soon gathered. They had to survive, they could not accept death. They went to the deepest part of their cities, they went underground… They looked for places where they could not be found. But they lived in anxiety and dread…
After all, it was just a matter of time. Rain will always fall. The walls have ears and eyes. There will always be shade. 
There is not permanent escape from them.
They needed my help.

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