The darkest days were already behind them, yet danger still loomed over them; like the loneliest rays of the moon upon a sinking grave, they would forever be bathed in its glow. No longer did the old world exist; now a savage new world would be their home, now they would live every moment, running on pure instinct, living and dying by survival. No more, would there be compassion or trust in any one, not even among each other, however, to be alone would be one's own demise.
Under the glow of sorrow
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26 March 2012 - 11:19pm
