My mother died in my arms today. Sitting in the car, while I cried and bombs came flying out of nowhere.
I lost my brothers today. Not lost, as in death, but lost, as in I can't find them anywhere. I don't even know if they're still alive, and I can't do a damned thing about it.
My father is gone too. I don't know if he's still out there. I'm still looking.
I lost my platypus today. He disappeared as usual, and never had I wanted to hear his chatter and a comforting "Oh, there you are Perry," more than this moment in time.
Our city was destroyed today. Invaded. By who, I don't know. Why, I can't be sure. No one can. I don't even know if anyone is still alive right now.
All I know is this alley. It's all I've known since I abandoned my mother.
The day started out calmly enough.
It just goes to show you.
Hell can break loose with no warning.