[ Part one / Summer ]

━━━━━  The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the names of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. The Road, Cormac McCarthy

LORELAI'S DIARY ━ EXTRACT #1
July. Boston Q Zone. Sane (Just!!!!)

Dais is still gone. I am still here. I can't get her face out of my mind. She didn't really look infected. She still looked pretty and healthy, the same Daisie I've always known. The only thing that had been different was her behaviour. She was irritable. Dais was never irritable. Why the fuck didn't I check? We could've got away. We could've left. No. I could've hidden her. Yes. There's that faulty floorboard on the apartment floor. I could've stashed her under there during the infection protocol. Why didn't she just tell me? Did she not trust me? I trusted her. Issac won't look at me the same - not that I care. He hasn't looked at me the same ever since that night. I wish I told Dais. Maybe she knew. Maybe that's why she disappeared for a couple of days and ended up getting bitten. She told me she was trading in her watch for some extra rations. A shitty excuse and I believed it. I trusted her. Is this God's way of serving out karma? He could've at least given me a reason.

I also can't stop thinking about her murderer. What a spineless piece of shit! He didn't want to kill Dais. I could see it in his eyes that he wanted to help her but those assholes were barking orders at him. They were laughing. I heard their triumph when she dropped dead like some sort of animal. I didn't look when the gunshot sounded. I felt it rattle my spine as if it found my flesh and not her's. Another sicko bites the dust! One of them cheered. Fuckers. Well. He made the wrong choice by looking at me. I remember those eyes. Brown. Brown like the mahogany floorboards and the tasteless, shitty excuse of coffee they ration out. One of the guys names was Patterson. Another was Parker. I didn't catch the murderer's. I will soon. An eye for an eye. Is that what they say? Well, if I ever get the chance, I'll bury him six feet deep! For you Dais. For you

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