Emily: "all around me is a circle flame of pain. All the children whimper in the streets at night. Ghosts of the undead roam the streets and my living room every night. I am surrounded by death and decay. I am beginning to become one with it all."
Leo: "I see a house, its garden a colorful sight. The house has a chimney operating day and night. Always burning fuel, busily crafting a warm and comfortable blanket for its owners. I have the urge to go inside and ask these people what it is like to have money. What is being rich really like?"
Peter: "you have all stopped in time. You are waiting for the final countdown. For a game show finale to trigger your rise to fame. I am done waiting patiently for my consciousness to rise. I will find a way to keep the expansion moving. I must rest, I have had no time for rest as I busily handle my 5 class semester. There is a rip in the space time continuum which allows for ruthless distortion of our pasts."
Joseph: "our pasts can not be fully understood, not without connecting to the astral realm. If the connection is made, you might get a clue of what your past lives have been like. You could be paying for a karmic act of chaos committed in a life you don't remember living."
Ginny: "and to what do I owe this past life? What lessons can I learn when I don't see how many of my lives have ended in satisfaction or dissatisfaction. Do I ever find my way out of this crippling void of sadness? Has it been digesting me through time and space for millennia? This black cloud solidly swarming my soul, following me wherever I go. I sit only because I can not fight it. How does one defend themselves from an invisible force of destruction?"
Leo: "Not to distract you from your current crisis, but why not learn how to protect yourself viscerally. Find a spell book. Or ask God for his help. Find something that works in accordance to the force you are fighting. You won't beat it alone."
Emily: "the dead has come to life. The undead have swarmed our cities into mayhem. We live in a scrambled effort now to stay alive amongst the collapse of civilization."
Joseph: "and we live as we evolved to do. Hunting like we were bred instinctively to asset. I am very good at catching my prey. My stalking abilities know no weaknesses. But the zombies, they too could be walking idly so close by that it's a wonder they didn't smell your fear. Seated behind this tree, I hide from the slow moving corpse that hungers to feast upon my flesh."
Peter: "what was at one moment a normal time in my petty existence, my school semester suddenly lost priority to the unexpected apocalypse. I never thought I'd see the day that everyone just went insane and destroyed everything in a desperate attempt to save themselves and humanity as a whole."
Ginny: "still I wonder how I am not one of the undead, because this world has shaped my mind into this numb, darkening stare. I can not process the shock of what has occurred. I live in denial of what is going on. I don't want to know. Spare me the details and the horrors. But if you don't, then how will I know what it takes to survive?"
Leo: "this was something of a daydream in my childhood. Now that it's happening, I don't believe it could have come at a worse time. With depression knocking on my door, I must now handle this existential crisis while being thrust back into the food chain like the wild tends to have. We have reconnected to our reptilian beastly brains as we aim to fight or flight in a variety of ways multiple times a day."
Emily: "though I am alone at night, I couldn't help but wonder how romantic this cosmic suffering all around us is. How beautiful that life has reached its stage of ending. How graceful that it would be our own species that collapsed inward on itself as it tried to expand. How silly of us to have foolishly believed we were Gods. The true Gods have answered to our troubles. 'This is what you get. This is what you deserve.' I throw my hands up to God, asking that he spare mercy upon my soul. Just don't make my death a painful one. That is all I ask."
Peter: "I find it harder and harder to stay alive with epach passing day of dullness and decay and hiding and scrambling for food and water. I hate each moment. I feel more lost than I ever have. I have one duty and that is to stay alive. But for what? Why can't I just allow myself to die? Why feel guilty about ending it when there is nothing in this world to look forward to anymore. Just sadness and grief, piling one on top of the other again and again repeatedly for thousands of cycles each day. I can't look away. I see it all as clear as death's scythe. Something is coming. It's been following me."
Joseph: "there is a certain strength that it takes for one to decide to die. There is a relief of all the fears that await you in your future. Just an easy passing from this world back into the dizzying consequential astral plane."
Ginny: "where can I find love in this apocalyptic landscape? What will fill my hearts desire in this barren new world in hiding? I knew I was destined to solitude, but maybe the comfort of Jesus Christ will save some of that. I am putting my faith on the only person I can think of that I can trust. Whether he can hear me or not, he's the only one I could trust to forgive me no matter what."
Leo: "I can not trust the moon to help guide me this time. The North Star also seems to have vanished from the vast blackened sky deep into the night. Wherever the Sun sets is wherever I am to stay until the next dawn. I am fueled to live only by a repulsion to death. I will survive solely on the dignity of good classy behaviors. I will try to be kind to myself, but when one mistake could butcher me slowly, I am inclined to follow my deeper knowledge of survival."
Emily: "it appears there's hope. Amongst the dead landscape there is still the bright morning Sun. I still have my life and my health. Gratitude is not far from my reach. That I can live to survive another day in a world where so many were trapped before they ever had a chance. I pride myself in my survival skills. I take great comfort in working independently."
Peter: "in misery I answer to the Gods. Why have you let me die like this? Was I not your adorn creation? I weep for the purity of our species. There was still innocence alive before you came down and snatched it all away. The ignorance wasn't bliss, there were so many people dedicated to making this world a better place. Now they must all suffer as consequence to the sins of their fellow man. Why can't you spare me Almighty Sparer?"
Joseph: "once you realize your time was never promised, your happiness was never taken away from you. You took your own happiness away, with your addiction to materialism and disconnection from the true sound voice you have to share. You take no risks and lay splendidly out on the shore where the undead have yet to overtake. I will be your companion through this dark time. I will hold you and guide you through the end of times. There is a peace between us, leveling up. I cannot save you, I can only love you. To call you to be mine, I must first establish my trust."
Ginny: "it appears loneliness eventually fades with time. I now have no desire to have someone love me. In fact, I don't think I could love anyone right now. Still I wait in shock for the massacres to end. Hidden in a field, my eyes are drawing colors from unknown wavelengths. I am distant from the stars but present to the ocean waves beneath the skin of my chest. Oh how the emotions collide. Oh how I have lost what semblance of self control I ever had. Sanity appears to be losing its grip. I laugh at the darkness. I found a little doll on the ground and have kept its ragged form as a good luck charm. Or perhaps an imaginary friend."