It was to apologize, and apologizing means he remembers what happened, and that means being trapped in a nightmare that__ already come true.

When life is a horror....Don't look like a ghost!

Shirts and jeans litter the asphalt, the empty fabric limbs askew as if they're attempting to escape. Blood smears Sarah's lips as she struggles against the chest of a dirty looking man with a beard. Terror. Terror is the only word my mind can seize on and it forgets what it means. I forget how to think - to move.

Despite the horror, we survivors were endowed with a will to survive. Or instinct. Or maybe it was faith.

Life is a nightmare that leaves its mark upon you in order to prove that it is, in fact, real.

So you're lost, uh? Happens a lot out here. You walk around for days, seeing things, losing your bearings, crying out for God, But He can't hear you. You can scream and scream but nobody'll ever hear you.