Today is May the sixth, we’re supposed to reach the lake district today, so far we haven’t been attacked by the mutaes, but it’s just a matter of time before they’ll find us.
By then we will be ready, I hope, cause I don’t want to die - yet.
The lab image is everywhere in my mind, just everywhere, no matter what I think or see, the image keeps popping up, it’s like I can never get rid of it no matter what I do.
I wish I knew why this is happening, I just don’t want to be this lost, I wanna know who I am and what I am, but it’s like a dark cave in my mind, with nothing to light it up and show the images on the wall.
We got of the train hours ago, now we are just walking, crossing this messed up land, not seeing anything of what it used to be.
The nature around us is covered by ashes, like a british Pompeii, except this was no volcano, this was the War between Russia and the rest of the world.
The War destroyed everything we used to know, and what we called home.
Our pets turned into monsters, what we now call mutaes, our houses burned down, our families left us - or we left them? I don’t know.
Our steps make the ashes whirl up in the air, and make it hard to see where we are walking towards.
Suddenly a growling noise make us stop, it breaks the silence between us.
The ashes whirl to the ground.
Yellow eyes looks at us, the mutaes found us at last….