I saved the most amazing girl.

I saved the most amazing girl and I can't believe she's Purging too.

I saved the most amazing girl when I saw her get torn away from her significant other on the street and I watched as the men put two bullets into their head. And she screamed as she struggled desperately for freedom. Then I ran to her and put two bullets into each of the men's heads and watched intently as their blood seeped down the pavement. And then she ran up to me and hugged me - hugged me tightly for each member of her group she had lost - and then she kissed my cheek whispering something about how lucky she was to have met me.

"Thank you... Thank you so much... I - I almost died..."

And I nodded in undoubted agreement.

"Let's go. We made enough ruckus to alert the entire city where we are." She said quietly, grabbing onto my hand tightly and dragging me toward a misty alley. "C'mon this way."

And I didn't know why, but I felt like I wanted to know her better.

Then we didn't need to worry about The Purge or anything else because she took me to her apartment where she then promptly barricaded the door and dragged me into her bedroom where she sat me on the floor and brushed matted hair off my forehead. She was quite the women - amazing to say the least. She danced her way through everyday life with an unexamined lightness and the day The Purge comes she just, the way she describes it, goes "absolutely fucking crazy and kills everyone she can." Just like that. Like it was nothing. And I loved it.

It's enough at first that I could ignore the very obvious weird stuff about her. Her need for taxidermy animals is a less than desirable hobby, but I could tell it was part of the package. If I wanted her, I wanted the animals. And it's all very charming how she tells me of past victims of The Purge, but I can't seem to get over the fact that she speaks as though she's barely above the age of ten. Kind of sweet and twee and that odd sort of immaturity so typical of her but the longer I'm with her together the more freely she speaks. She talks about some weird alien friends she had back when the world ended ten years ago, but no one remembers because we're all sort of some weird, complex alternate universe that she can't explain but can at the same time.

And then she kissed me. Tongue working into my mouth like a snake.

Then I didn't know what to do.

After awhile she got bored of my dry lips and then laid down and eventually fell asleep. Then I got up from the ground and scribbled a note of sorry on a notepad covered in animal fur and left the apartment the same way I came in.

As I stepped back out into the fiery street, passing mangled corpses along the way, my mind wandered to the possibility of what she could've been like had The Purge never happened. Had the entire thing not existed, she probably wouldn't have been messed up like she was. I wouldn't have been messed up either. In different circumstances we could've been together. The most amazing girl and me - together forever. Had The Purge not existed, she wouldn't be able to talk about murder like she was discussing the Sunday paper. But I'm glad I left when I did.

I felt light. The lightness having left no impact at all.