User:Rosslessness/Little

Fractions

Little by little, we give ground. As the dead advance we make more and more sacrifices. We abandoned the hospital last week, then two days ago the radio fell silent. They even talk about evacuating the harbour. We aren't fighting for survival, we're giving it up one piece at a time.

We give up on people too. The shelters and evacuation points in the suburbs are being helped less and less. Rumours persist that the President is dead. No one wants to lead.

Everyone you meet is giving up. The fresh faced Marines with their crew cuts have changed into ragged bands of men making up their own orders. No one become friends. We've all lost so many, the pain is too great.

As I lay on the street corner, hacking off my fingers before the infection sets in, I feel I am losing myself.

Little by little, hope dies.