Literature
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"I became afraid.
I felt like I was being followed- not by anything tangible...I think. It wasn't the groups of people we knew were after us, not the slithering monsters of a child's nightmares, but something much worse than either.
I had watched things fall apart- everything I'd known, the world I had believed was solid, all gone up in flames. Where could I put my trust after that? Not in the unfamiliar landscape, not the campfire at night, not the halls of alien buildings. Not even people I called friends, for they were changing as well, no longer soft and humourous, but cold and sleepless.
I saw my pursuers as wolves, invisible in the s