We daren’t turn on the radio. That’s how all this started. Who listens to radio these days anyway? Well. No one now. Point being, if this had happened ten years ago, I doubt there’d be any of us left.
They’re out there. Just because we’ve not seen them for a year or more, doesn’t mean they’re gone. Great packs of them wandering the world we left behind. I’m not sure what motivates them to do what they do. Hunger. Hate. Sympathy. Their motivations are as alien to us as the method of their transformation.
And of their masters? The ones on the radio. From space, most assume. Or some government experiment gone wrong. Or the government themselves. Or something more outlandish involving other dimensions and angels and gods. Whatever the case, it’s been made clear we know fuck all about the universe. And I get the sense that this isn’t our end, but just our beginning.
Paddy Dobson
18th June 2021