text: Harley and I were just walking down the street, he was wearing army fatigues, while I was carrying my tri pillow and evocca bag with the essentials in it. I'm not sure where we were, but things changed fast. It started with the silence, the dead calm in the middle of the street. Cars stopped, people looked to the skies, and a second later the world erupted into chaos, a chaos that would never end. Harley grabbed my hand and we ran, explosions surrounded us as we dodged falling debris, just trying to make sense of what was going on. We kept running until we came across a school that appeared to be untouched, but was surrounded by people, looking scared and confused. We stayed there for a little while, trying to get answers from people, but they were too scared to say much, we just caught snatches of conversation about, "it was like they came from no where." The school was packed with people, but we found a corner in a classroom to curl up for the night, it was cold and the floor hard. Neither of us slept well that night. The next morning, we soon found out what "they" were. They were monsters, ugly huge greenish monsters, and they were packing some serious weapons. Harley was a corporal in the army so he was soon pushed into being the leader of the group of civilians, and it became a war. The evacuation began. We found an army helicopter sitting in the gymnasium, no one knew why it was there but for us it seemed like a miracle, as it was just what we needed. Harley and I led the pack, he knew how to fly so he was going first, but in the rush we got separated from each other, next thing I knew, the helicopter was packed to the rim, and I was left outside. I told Harley to leave, he had to. There were too many lives at stake, and i Knew he would come back for me. As I melted back into the crowd, yelling 'I love you' over the sound of the propellers, it occurred to me that I may never see him again. And I didn't. Months later. The zone I was in had turned desolate, buildings surrounded by desert. It was a safe zone for humans, but not by much. We had set up temporary beds inside the buildings that lined the street, store fronts mostly. The school where I'd last seen Harley, had been reduced to ash some time ago, by our fighters. I had tried to locate Harley's friends, to see if they had seen or heard from him, but I could not find them. The world had changed so much in so little time. The sun was high in the sky, the sand blowing around my feet, I was walking down what used to be a very busy street. It was hot, but I kept the blanket around me to hide from the sun and severe winds. I had heard whispers in the wind, so often thinking it was Harley's voice, that now it was just a cruel comfort, of what I used to have. But even if he was to find me again, he would not recognise me, as I had lost so much weight in these harsh times. I was in a shroud of sadness and isolation. On the wind I heard him call my name. My heart didn't skip, I didn't form any hope. It was just another day, the wind being cruel. But it wasn't just another day, because in the distance I could make out a figure, walking toward me. I could not see his face through the wind, but I knew him immediately.