All alone. All alone. Alone. Alone. Alone
I’m completely out of my depth. Huddled behind a wall that is in no way tall enough to hide me from sight. I don’t know what to do.
They came in the middle of the day. Unexpected and taken by surprise while we were out shopping, working and just getting on with our day.
The cities were the first to fall. Everyone so crowded together that they were easiest to control. It’s hard to escape when a hundred thousand people are trying to do the same all at once.
I grew up in a small town I hated. I’d always wanted to leave. Yet now it provided the best protection. Overlooked much like it was beforehand, my small town in the north was one of the last to fall. We fought. Of course we fought. All of the people in all of the country fought but it’s so hard to fight what you cannot understand.
We had a small group. One of the last lines of resistance. Numbers boosted by those who couldn’t fight but who could cook or entertain or just about patch up a wound. That’s where the others failed, I think. Too many people who can fight and not enough of the others who can keep spirits up and stomachs full.
It was almost like a little family. We fought and we went home and we had a laugh. It was bitter and cold and people would fall asleep to the sound of sobs but at least they could sleep.
Now I sit behind a too small wall and wish for that family to come back.
We may have been as well fed as we could be. Had a laugh whenever possible. But it wasn’t enough. We battled and raged and went home and battled more. Until there were only a few of us left. Food was running out along with the good cheer.
Then it was all too late. Our dwindling home was found and demolished while we were out on patrol. All the food and the smiles and the hope gone.
We failed too.
Now I am completely alone.
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