The 3rd day brought in a lot of changes. One of them has been my new training program. And it was hard. Waking up at 5 am, running 10 miles, breakfast and then more running.
A short story that I wrote for A Creative Writings class in college, hope some of you find it gruesome enough.
The next day wasn't any better. In fact, the matters got a lot worse. We had a Shadow two kilometers away from our town. The town was full of refugees, who thought that it was safe to be here.
The day that shit hit the fan had that apocalyptic feeling to it. Cloudy, dark skies, everyone in their homes, trying to stay warm. Everyone besides my brother and me.