2/25/2020
Newark,NJ
1937 hrs
Roy Geebiv
14 yo

Mother left for work this morning but it’s getting late and she hasn’t returned. I’m hungry and the neighbors rustle about in their lawns, eyes fixed on a red sky. I tried calling Mom but the cell service and WiFi are out. As it twilights, I hear my phone chiming. 30 messages and 3 voice notes. The last one chills me. It’s mom sobbing and another voice snarling. “I love you son, I’m so sorry.” In the background, a gritty unknown language: “Do not fear… Cleanse the world… His will be done”. Why do I understand this? My ears bleed. H̵̢̫̝̖͆̕ȋ̴̦̋̓s̴͎͌ ̵̜̜̤̾̚ẁ̴̮̭͇̗̻ȉ̸̞͈̗̬̲͒̃̔l̷̬͚̂̀͗̕͠l̶͙̤͐͌͌̾̈́ ̴̡̠́̈́̋͂̚b̶̢͕́̽̽͗͝e̶̜͇͌̄̄̽̈́ ̵͍̬͉̃̅̋̔ḋ̴̤̇̚ō̸̧͍̭̰͂n̶̻̯̹̚e̵͔̋̈̀̄̀