They came in waves. Surges of white white white and it was all so wrong.
Red splattered the land, murdering the innocence of the pure, sending some into depression, others blood thirsty as the desire for revenge coursed through veins.
It didn't matter in the end. Those who died, died. As for those who lived, the results were varied.
Sure, your body's moving, talking, walking; but that doesn't mean your soul's functioning. After all, your body is just that; a body. It could have been born to another, but what resides within it - your personality, traits, your soul - that is you. Few retained their true selves during the Dark Days, eyes still holding the truth, sans the glassy tinge of lost hope. I was one of those people. Or so I tell myself. It is easier to think of myself that way opposed to the alternative.
9.00 am …
9.01 am ...
9.02 am ...
And one minute more.
And one more.
And fifty more.
It's a new regime introduced by the President.
and one more
Rumoured to be annual.
and one more
And all because of our rebelling and the Dark Days.
It's to remember, they say.
and three more
Well, no one's going to forget the death of 23 innocent children, are they?
and one more minute.
10.00 am
The bell tolls.
It's time for the reaping.