They arrived one autumn day. Dark skin, claws as hands, sharp teeth and evil minds. They spoke on a language we couldn't understand; however, we soon understood their intentions.
At first, I lost my brother; one of them grabbed him and tore him apart. Then it was my mom's turn. I still hear her screaming on my head when I try to sleep.
We lost cities, towns, farms and houses. I am writing this from an underground tunnel hoping someone luckier than me reads it on a time where this has become a story and not reality, a nightmare and not my everyday living.
Wish me luck, since I hear them scratching the door with hunger and desire of my flesh. 21/11/2019
