Oh, I have one!

I-I mean, if I can.

The following is something of an excerpt, so to say, of my blog here. For the past few weeks I've been writing this story and flexing my first-person style since it's been so long. Anyway!

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"The children are dead..."

The phrase had, two years ago, heralded the end of what the world knew.

Now... I find myself slipping away from the world as it was. Memories fuzzy, after four years. Now the dead don't stay dead, and the shadows aren't all harmless.

I used to think the paranormal was fantasy. Something written in a book. Now it comes to life all around you. If you've managed to stay alive.

Now I sit here, writing the last of my final, greatest book.

It's an autobiography, and the main character might not survive another day.

We'll see...