-Prologue-
We all lived in fear. The fear that we will all be erased from this world like our lived ones did. We were there ,but the others weren’t . After the explosion nothing was the same ever again. Nothing. Things started to change. More importantly, people started to change. We were all obliged to look and to somehow be happy. People lost their beloved ones and couldn’t do anything about it. Somehow, everyone started feeling guilty for actually living, for being alive and not near their loved ones. People that were supposed to die,didn’t. They all turned to shadows, spirits to hunt and stalk everyone. Their bodies were present ,but they, really weren’t.
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It’s different when you lose someone. You cry, you feel empty, you are in that place that you can’t actually do anything, but it comes a moment when you finally get through that phase. Maybe it takes a day or two. It could take a month or a year. But when you really feel like you can let go, that is the moment you can live again. Yes,their memories hunt you down,but you start looking at them like gifts like blasts and not like curses. And when that time comes, you are ready. Usually that’s exactly what happens. Now, how are you supposed to live and get through the pain when you see them every single fucking day. Like ghosts. They follow you everywhere. They hunt you down. They don’t talk, don’t move, don’t eat but they are there. And how can you move on? You can’t. You either die or you deal with it. That’s what they do. That’s what spirits do. Hunt.
