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the elementary school became the first and only meeting ground for the escapists. a threat to normality was turning shadows over to crawl into the good people's little towns and take them far away from life and love where they could be properly prepared for consumption. a thousand afraid little people huddled in the parking lot and never left the vicinity. days passed while radio deejays kept them sane. voices that confirmed the stability of the outside world that they were afraid to travel. one packed full of dead family and monsters.
kim hugged her wrinkly mother before bed inside the lamp lit bus. goodnight they tried to sleep with the ambience of a lone talker on the peavay speakers. he talked about human things. girlfriends. bad resteraunts. good music. and then his voice took silent in lieu of a replacement. a faint gurgling in the background. a choking. they tried not to imagine what breathed for them in that fm channel, huffing over the cricket night. they both quickly rose from their sleeping bags to turn the radio off, and pretend like it was just interference, that their world wasnt getting lonelier, that they wouldnt be stuck for a long time in the community of an agitating mob of the afraid. they pretended all night, with eyes wide open.