As I’m trying to outrun the mob I start to whimper and sob weave and bob lob Molotov’s like cocktails at a party what started me down this path does god have no mercy to show me the answer must inevitably be no especially if he’s all knowing because his presence isn’t showing as the children’s influence over the town has been growing better yet while the monsters were still growing inside of our women these are not our children will this pain be never ending standing in opposition but headed in the opposite direction to avoid detection with pedal to the floor trying to outrun the horde of the damned in reverse truck slammed into stump collapse in a lump at the wheel steal a few seconds to recover until I leap from wreckage in seconds as far as I can recon they’re either aliens or secret government experiments gone awry but either way conquest is nigh all but imminent from this village dissiminent of the damned no one seems to understand you can’t hope to stand against an army of soul stealing beings with collective feelings stripped of emotion concurrent with slow motion commotion I can see where I’m headed but not where we’re going flowing through foliage like a mirage in a collage hope disappears and I’m standing near the edge of a rocky cliff my limbs are stiff and I can feel my feet begin to slip as I slide down the side only to arrive at the bottom feel one of my legs snap what remains mashed like cotton look where resistance has gotten me even as I can see them peering down at me with their all seeing eyes I emit a hateful cry to the sky summon strength and rise use this hate to motivate the prize is their demise realize the size they’ve taken everything but my life even my wife what would have been children now entering the concrete building as suspense is building dripping and ripping open the seams choking for no reason I’ve started wheezing and it’s hard to keep breathing I do believe I’m dying must be internal injuries from these infernal maternities disease that no one else could see but me but obviously not the degree it was my career to teach them but it’s seems even then that no one could reach them cold and unfeeling bleached white like they’d been derived of the sunlight a strange sight indeed for beings that didn’t burn or bleed but still had to periodically feed paired off to breed restraint to the highest degree until they began to increasingly be a problem strange situations from whence did these creations spring seed spread on the same day all born in the same way save for the soul non-survivor and seeming outsider one who would have been her provider bride to groom consume the thought balloon and began to institute a martial law but even then we could have never foresaw what was coming the darkness that they seem to be bringing from the deepest pits of hell stumble down halls as I fall to my knees make a plea to see this through to the end suspend disbelief until I greet the relief of the afterlife no wish to survive only to provide myself with an end to this chapter from the entrance to bunker I can hear laughter have to move faster or this could signal imminent disaster master of my own fate attempt to make my way to the control room flip the light switch the computer is stuck on a glitch guards keeled over at their posts as ghosts exit the hosts I can sense that the children are close by the way I inspect the guards clothes and the doorway that I choose no one really knows the extent of their power only that it emanates from this tower even with limited understanding I can see that the computers are running complicated programming examining movements and outbursts in bursts of needles and monitors that flutter and shutter to life long after the exercise’s demise has come to an apparent end but now I must once and for all before we all fall into their clutches such is the madness of existence ask for forgiveness and seek repentance as I barricade the entrance begin bashing the computers through the smoking rubble of screens a single blinking light can be seen alone apart from the other contraptions that appear to be only distractions the door is beginning to move call to action fashion a crude weapon and begin dissection of the remaining section a chronic heart condition my left arm begins tingling and I’m giggling as I’m gasping for air stare at the apparatus appariting I’m snapping bubbling to laughing vision is fading can’t tell what’s happening all I know is I’m done now – someone tell me, have we won?