It started out innocent enough, us (meaning my mom, my dad and myself) hanging in the living room, shooting the breeze, chewing the fat, or any other cliches that are relevant to passing the time. Before I could prepare myself next thing I know the conversation dove into a realm of such serious nature never dared breathed before. My parents, normally sane adult individuals, began sprouting off post apocalypic predictions like prophets, each one drastically expounding upon the next. Stories of cockroaches mutated through exposure to nuclear residue that exact revenge upon the remaining humans for crimes done to their kinds by our hands. Lore spun with images of war, enslavement and the consumption of human flesh in a world where the food chain is flipped upside down and then vomitted on. Tales that make zombies look like kittens and makes the movie Independence Day look like child's play. All hope is lost.
I darenot let the words of these vivid and horrific stories pass my lips. I don't speak now to try and frighten you but in order to warn you so you can better prepare yourself for the evitable that is to come.
Remember, they are watching.
