They came on a Sunday morning. They came in all different forms, each of them having unique looks. They came from all around breaking through objects with ease. They possessed anything they saw taking over the entire body. We were doing well until then. When they came. It was quite a frightful moment, seeing friends and family getting... taken over. Especially when SHE was taken over. That ruined me. I remember preparing for the "apocalypse". With HER. I remember saving innocent people. With HER. And then SHE was taken from me. And there was nothing I could do about it.

I had just had my birthday. I got a new camera. My mum told me I was quite photogenic so I decided to put my time and effort in to photography. It was a great hobby, sharing photos of activities that I'd been doing. It was probably the best birthday I've ever had, 23 I was. I couldn't get my head around the fact that I was 23. I was just about to end my day by getting a taxi home but I heared a scream from my mum. I ran back in and saw my dad on the floor with a black liquid pouring out every single hole of his body. His eyes were stained black from the liquid and his fingernails were ripped off by the force the liquid had. The black liquid was sticky, thick and hot burning the wooden floor.

I then thought of 1997 being the devils year. The day I lost my dad was the worst day I lived.

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