Day 11- Apocolypse
You're the worst one
"Would you be scared?" Luke asked.
"What if the end of the world was worse," Luke joked. "Wouldn't it be scary?"
"What's worse than this?" I ask, laughing a little at the dark humor. "I don't think anything is worse than this."
"In an apocalypse, they say the undead will rise up from the ground and chase us and gobble us up and there would be creatures of great immensity that would come up and tear us to shreds. Do you believe in such things? "
"How interesting." My stomach growls and I apologize. "I'm sorry. I'm just so hungry I can't take it. All I can think about are bad and negative things. I never used to be so negative. Not ever. But I feel like pessimism has taken me over. What do you think of that? Does that bother you?"
"I too am struck down by a heavy and pessimistic heart. I am hungry and sick and my illness is affecting my mind. I wish there was something I could do to save us now, but I can't seem to think of a thing. And as the days go by and I get weaker and weaker, I can't seem to do anything at all to save us, Angel."
"Yes," he breathes, "I can try." He closes his eyes and his face is strained as he struggles to activate his telepathy.
He blinks and opens his eyes. "I'm sorry, love, no signal. And my telepathy waning as my health deteriorates. We just have to hold on a little longer until the moon is full. I promise it'll work out. I swear."