Aimee Wilson

The Spirit of Vengeance

It has been twenty days since humanity ceased to exist. I expected equanimity but all I have in my heart is fear. I must keep moving. The fate of humanity was brutal but cannot be compared to that which I will experience if at any point I am found. Every second of every day, he draws closer. Often, I hear his cries; infantile screams impassioned with the greatest level of pain. The noise from this creature echoes the screams encompassing Earth on that good day in which the scourge was cleansed at my hand. That day, I felt nothing for those melting before my eyes. I knew it was a necessary sacrifice for the creation of a calmer existence. However, humanity was not the only curse afflicted on this reality. This I know now, and I wish I had known it earlier.