August 14 I remember the smell of fresh air. The feeling of clean air in your lungs. I haven't had that feeling in quite some time now. I guess few people have.

But there, up the street, just coming into the corner of the window, someone was in the middle of the road. Walking literally down the middle, dragging one leg like it was heavy or broken, carving a fat line next to the skinny one the good one made.

We fucked in the backseat like the verse of a b-side, and that was enough to make him think my boys were half of his body.

And it whispered like any wood. And the blade moaned when he got too deep and tried to cut too much. And as the dead parts of him came off, in tendrils and dust, the man's chest began to move, like the hands around his heart had let go.

Every time she tried to wipe the horror images out of her mind they only etched themselves deeper into her consciousness. The slain human blood left a bitter-sweet sickness at the back of her throat.

I looked around at the others who would be eaten in my place. Runners around me with so many different body types. Imagine if someone really wanted to feed off their flesh right about now? It almost made me drool. Sports bras left exposed flesh and limb

If you've never seen a cow grazing through a fence, stretching for what's just out of reach, that was me and Susie. Sort of. Her mouthful of braces and dental rubber bands; our barbed-wire fence.