So there we sat, the group of us, utterly convinced of our own importance in the grand scheme, as if we had been chosen by some higher power to face down the Forces of Darkness and save the world. Pete, Sam, Gary, Eli, and myself.
I'll admit, at the beginning I bought into the whole thing. Who wouldn't with a guy like Pete in charge, so full of confidence and zeal, reading to head off the dark forces at every pass. The way he talked about it, it felt like some grand adventure, like a mission from God.
The others followed him with almost religious reverence, but it was Sam who had it the worst. She practically worshipped him, hanging on his every word like nothing mattered in the world except what Pete thought and felt.
None of us knew at the time that Pete was already dangerously insane.
When the blood of the innocent is on your hands you will pay.
ReplyDeleteBe careful who you trust.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't call it religious reverence, and I definitely wouldn't say anyone's thoughts and feelings hung solely on what Pete thought.
ReplyDeleteWhat are you hoping to accomplish by this?
I intend to tell my story. To let the world know what we have seen, what we've dealt with, and what we've done. To make sure no one makes our mistakes. I hope to help people.
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