o 012cb099c1ab6050 by POTATO (phonics readers txt) 📗

Pain

I...

I?

we.

In the calm embrace of the We, hang we. Return, wil the

Kerrigan. This, know we.

Nothing else, is there.

we do not want to remember.

Overlords, are we.

* * *

Caston had dug and fil ed the eight graves by the time the sun

rose. He left his empty armor

beside them and walked off into the ghost of the Confederate

capital. A rescue team would

come eventually, and he didn't want to be rescued. Rescue meant

resocialization.

Resocialization meant forgetting, and he didn't want to forget.

Movement caught his eye, and he looked up.

Far above the ruined world, the overlord rose into the dawn,

glowing a rich sky blue.