You’re going to castrate them if they give me a sideways glance?”He looked at the ground. “I’m not bringing you to the safest place and you’re beautiful, so I needed to warn them.”“I’m beautiful?” I repeated trying not to smile.“Don’t let it go to your head, darling.” He said holding his hand out for me.“You’re not too bad yourself.” “I know. I saw the way you stared at me when I took my shirt off.” Hunter said.

Darkness shrouded everything and the only light was the strange pulse of lightning that illumed the sky like a distress beacon. A dying world signaling for help to the ancient Starcrafter who created it.

Do you think a sociopath cries to God as they die? Ironic that one counterfeit being would cry out to another for help.

With out freedom nothing has value, Free agency is the only true key to happiness.

Take it slow. We want to know what’s ahead before what’s ahead knows we’re here

All the trauma terrorized her feelings. She sensed them harden. Fade. Vanish. Her emotions decayed and disintegrated like a waning timeworn woman would forget her own name and everything she loved. No, she thought. I won't let this happen. I will never stop feeling. No matter what. This is the bad news, she said. I must be insanely strong to survive this. This is the good news: I am insanely strong. She put on the protective suit. She will go outside.

Surrounded by what was once everything we could ever need, we now saw just how little we all possessed. --Bil Carlson's thoughts

Surrounded by what was once everything we could ever need, we now saw just how little we all possessed.

People soon forgot about the beautiful places that once existed. But they didn't care. They were too busy dying.

The Freaks are coming.