InsaneJournal

autofilter against Evil
I went outside.... there were birds in the trees. But they didn't sing. They couldn't, their voices were scared away by the darkness and tension. They're still afraid, waiting for more death. It's in the air. Buildings are rebuilt but life is forever altered. The fear and knowledge.

But they'll lock it away and pretend. They will lose their voice like the birds and instead being marionettes of normal lives. All the while wondering.