F.E.A.R (2016)
Three
Fifteen in the Morning sunk into our little village.
All of
the trees…
… stood completely dead.
“Make a
kerosene run… the air is sinking…” an elder whispered from the mist.
“Trust
no one.” …
said My Teacher... on March 6th of Our Common Era Year called...
2016.
I was
stunned at how Apocalyptic Tendencies never really materialize within us… until
well…. you know…
… it goes down.
All
of the pamphlets of Moscow... 1993... said… was:
Survive
until The Morning Comes.
By.
Any. Means. Necessary.
And so…
a Gold and Silver Volga... came to get us... when The Fear (Forget Everything. And… Run.)
Hit.
I fell
into The Fever...
and then… simply let our Volga's...
Enterprise Captain...
Do Everything.
Crisis.
I woke
up high on drugs not knowing where I was.
Hum.
Another
Morning.
Meh.
So then…
I picked up a Local Newspaper…
and then...
I drank my Coffee…
... forever, and ever, and ever, and ever... Alone.
The End.