“I don’t know what happened. Disease? War? Social collapse? Or was it just us? The Dead replacing the Living? I guess it’s not so important. Once you’ve arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.”
― Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies
The artifacts that was one’s life…mere weeks ago… seem like scraps of an ancient civilization… one is completely removed from… now…
there is no memory of the minute before the Earth stood still…… the shock is too deep to be loud about it… it’s a numbing type of consciousness…….while grief is shared from 6 feet away now…
This virus will leave us entirely newborn people…..
We will all be different; none of us will ever be the same again.
We will have deeper roots, be made of denser soil, and our eyes will have seen things.
“Hope…which is whispered from Pandora’s box only after all the other plagues and sorrows had escaped, is the best and last of all things. Without it, there is only time. And time pushes at our backs like a centrifuge, forcing us outward and away, until it nudges us into oblivion.”
― Ian Caldwell, The Rule of Four
“When those who lived through the epidemic tried to describe it, they talked about the sudden eerie quiet.”
― Jeanette Keith, Fever Season: