2011-07-26, 01:51 AM
12. My poor, poor children. Will we never find our eternal rest? We're destined to continue half-living, if you can call it that... waiting for our timed deaths. I try my best to protect you, as your mother... yet... still... still I fail you. Forgive me my dears, at the very least, they usually come straight for me... so hide, hide and they'll ignore you... they only seek supplies.

