And with the night they came. Nobody knows how or why, but at nightfall thick clouds were descended fastly on the earth, darkness then prevailed, and those who stayed to observe... they don't exist anymore.

It could have been some any night. And it was. Until about eight o'clock in the evening, under the moonlight, while the streets were still full because of the July heat.

I cannot say a specific time, but clouds began to cover up the sky, and darkness spread sliding over the cities and houses. Those who allowed themselves to be dominated by their childish fears and personal beliefs decided to take care, to isolate themselves, to hide themselves from the darkness and the fluttering wind, these people then tried to keep themselves inside their houses. But the sound came, these were no ways to escape, the high tones of the sound was strong and remained uninterruptedly for more than half an hour making us cover our ears and search the news.

Some of the last reports were still being transmitted when we could see records of big cities were being hidden by this obscure cloud, but it couldn't be identified, and faster the transmission was cut off. And then came more screams.

Endless shouts of those who stayed on the street, knocking on the doors begging for shelter, no one knows what happened to those who opened the doors, but I remember that we waited without to open for anyone, looking each other, but the fear was plausible and no one dared to move, we just stood together, holding each other in silence.

We were inside a nightmare with more screams, screams, and endless noises, tears, bites, doesn't matter what happened, probably it left no survivors.

Previous of the next chapter.......

Ten days ago

        It was the last week of school before the spring ball, students were busy shopping and checking all the details of their perfect evening, yes, a bit overrated for those who are already wanting to go out a long time, arrangements and ornaments made me take less classes and I could not complain about this, choose a prom king and a queen, hear a false speech about how longing we would feel of everything and everyone, the teenage cliché. Of course I was happy and would not expect a funeral speech, but the idea of ​​a better future made me more anxious than crying for the past. 

        If at that moment they told me that I would miss what I was doing in these futile activities, I would surely said they were wrong.

          I've never been so wrong in my life.

        Certainly to be able to worry only about a makeup or with the dress could be a good thing now. When I was a child, I used to dislike watch dramas, because I thought it was very sad to see the suffering, and I didn't believe that horror films passed so many feelings about anguish and despair, maybe even because they are based on unreal stories most part the time.