SylvaKnight

I was not in shape until a few weeks ago. I'm not even sure how I lost all this weight, whether it was all the running or lack of food… I'm so hungry these days! But then everyone is. I suppose that's the sort of thing you have to put up with at the end of the world. I could put up with the growl in my stomach if I wasn't so worried all the time. I suppose worried is the right word. Everything that's happened has been so horrible that I've gone a bit numb, and even normal things like worry don't seem to make much difference anymore. The world is the way it is, and I must run and hide, or leap and attack, or dodge and kick and scream and

The match felt fragile in my hand. I regarded it carefully, but held it still, knowing that the slightest slip of my fingers in turning it over could snap the slender bit of wood and render it forever impotent. Such a small error, to jeopardize all I had done, all I had come here for. The early death of this match would grant the life of a world, but what a life! Selfishness, jealousy, hatred, the slippery thoughts on which civilization rests and feeds, the motives that build its towers always higher, always for the service of self to the few greedy enough to pursue their own happiness at any cost. I saw things differently. They looked to tom