Cameron savoie

HEART shaped memories

Everybody else cried when the memorians came. I was no different. Within three short days these battle broken aliens killed every piece of physical memories. Every photograph, every website, everything. Now we’ve been living the past several years without it. They potrol the streets with vacant hearts and shrivelled minds. Kicking at our collective corpses. Anyone left found with any physical piece of memory or sentimental value was stripped, stoned and killed. A select few humans were given guide towards championship. They were given the sick privileges of hunting there fellow men. Killing anyone with any form of object nostalgia. I was afraid at first, then I was angry. Now I’m just scared.