crows | Serial at the End of the World.

surely you heard the news. have you had access? i don't see how you could have missed it. when something happens in america, the world knows. this mangy dog howls awful loud.

i don't think i have ever been as sick as i am today.

after i saw it happening, i couldn't stop. i got in my car and drove away, delirious, cold(you now how i get when i'm upset). i went all the way out to that park south of town. as far as i could go to the sea in that direction. i went as far as i could and i got out of my car. and that's when the sickness began.

i ran until my body almost broke. i hurt from it now, just on that sheerly physical plane of agony, and i think i will for weeks. running and choking and crying; and the ground was shaking and tilting as i fell into the arms of trees and wept.

the devil was dancing with me there, with my sorrow. we whirled through the darkness and the slashing branches, my uncontrolled limbs spinning and i was not always so sure i was dancing... sometimes i was running, sometimes i was chasing something. sometimes i was the beast, and sometimes the beast was hunting me.

i stayed as deep as i could in the trees because i feared the sky. i feared that black cloud that lingered, to the west, toward the city, from the explosion.

i do not want this to be happening here. i can't let this happen here.

i'm afraid i'm never going to see you again.

please write.

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i don't know why they haven't started evacuating people yet. all that they've told us on the news is that we have to remain calm.

i don't see how many of us can. me with no job and six city blocks down the street from me obliterated.

oh, that and, this didn't come from over there.

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