“I have been waiting. Waiting for so so long now. I can barely make out the wood underneath me. I went to the burnt down farmhouse. I had to go somewhere. My flesh is so red and inflamed. My toes are blackened. I can't remember the last time I ate, not that I have much of an appetite.”

“Help me...Please help me...I have this sick feeling, sitting in my stomach. I have tried to keep an eye on u. It. My body feels like it is...I don't know what I would really call it. I think that maybe I touched something I wasn't supposed to. It was those things. Once the sun went out, things started coming out of the sewers. I don't know. I DON'T KNOW!”

“In the paradise of the morning, I have found refuge from my grief. The sun rising up, though bathed in scarlet, still brings with it a sense of calm that I cannot deny. As the blood red sky lightens, the shadows are rendered as viewable spaces, the distinction between light and dark fading in the red light.”

“I went to a museum, tucked away along a stretch of road you and I both know by heat...heart. I went there knowing that I was looking for someone, but I couldn't remember who. I found the door unlocked, the stains of blood on the floor and the desks unattended. And as I lingered upon the space, I noted the sound of electric light.”

“My head aches, and my skin is screaming. I am shaking with pain, and it was only going to get worse. I have been having nightmares, ones where I am lost within the dark, unable to find any light at all. I know I am outside, but I cannot see a thing. Because there are no stars.”