Kirsten Blyton

Reflections

Some called them demons, devils, aliens. Others, monsters. Like most things, their beginnings were uncertain; some said they had escaped from a laboratory, others an attack from the Russian government for military secrets. One thing remained certain, these beings were not human, and they could not be fought by humanity. When they first appeared, the world did what it did best, descended into chaos- our natural state. Bombs dropped. Guns fired. The earth was flattened and dented by the cuts we deemed appropriate to eradicate the things that floated before us; I always saw them as reflections. Reflections of us, of the tainted souls that hid among the people divided.