Rose
It was like a dream. A dream that had started out bright and beautiful, and then unexpectedly twisted into a nightmare that I couldn’t seem to wake up from. Death was all around me, and the damned cello players were making everything seem that more surreal. How could they play music with so many people dying around them? I suppose that was their only way to cope with the horror of it all. To lose themselves in their music. I racked my brain, tried to think of ways that I could help, things I could do, anything to turn this battle in our favor.
I tried to will time to slow, or to stop, but as usual I had no real control of it, and today of all days, it refused to bend to my will. I had no weapon, I had no syringes, I didn’t even have the time to get in close enough to bite… kn
