1 June 2012
Branches flew towards my face as I rushed through the bushes, causing numerous scratches to appear on my face. I didn't feel any pain though. I had too much to do, too much to think about. I didn't know how long I'd been running or how far I'd gotten, but I needed to rest. The sun could just be seen to be peaking her head up for the day, already portraying a blank and empty landscape with the limited light. Shop windows, smashed. Litter, splayed across the floor like a pack of foxes had gotten a hold of it. Silence. I picked myself up, and tried to use the limited light to give me not only a kind of marker as to where I was, but potential clues to finding "It". I was in the High Street of our small town. Memories started flooding back to me, causing me to choke up slightly. I could see the grocery store that we used to shop at, the toy store where I had bought my first little play car. All of it, gone. I tried to let go of these thoughts and concentrate on the task at hand; finding "It". I continued searching for any indication of where "It" had gone to, where it was staying. After 5 or so minutes of searching I found them; footprints. Animal footprints. This had to be "It". It just had to be.
I started following.
What Is Going On? Part 8 • Opuss № I