The day we couldnt cry

At first, the children waited in the shadows, trembling in their blood-stained bedrooms next to the corpses of their family, waiting to die. Some children, over night, committed suicide by drownig themselves in the bathtub. The ones who survived were lucky enough to discover they weren't being targetted.
By day two, the children crept out of their homes and walked along the gray, empty streets.

Unlike horror movies, the world was still green and beautiful.
But, much like horror movies, there were broken bobies littering the sidewalks, hanging in pieces from their cars.

This darkness claimed the entire world.

But this little boy was first to move; crawling out of his bedroom window, the 7 year old boy named Gryle started towards the car closet to him. Faces pressed across surrounding cars and houses, children looked on in awe. Gryle opened the passanger door and silently helped a little 4 year old girl tumble out onto the road.

He helped her to stand, and wouldnt let go of her hand.

It was then that children started running over to the boy; their salvation.
Their leader till the end of time.

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To be continued- by you.