[TW: Lots of death]

Everything is getting worse and worse and worse

Earth is a mess. There are roits in every single country. People are dying too fast. Infection count is estimated at 5 billion, and deaths at 1 billion. The air is filled with dust and ash, and everywhere the fires burn.

I had a call last night with Red and Amy. The three of us talked for hours without interruption. It was only when Amy was told that her mother showed signs of Dust that we decided to hang up.

And then, this morning the bad news came: Amy had Dust too, and she was dying fast. She sent us one last voice note, thanking us for making this last year the best year. Now she's gone

I've been listening to that note over and over, only stopping once my phone's battery died. Red messaged me too, telling me that her own sister's started crumbling. I want to go there, I really do, but stepping outside is suicidal

I want to curl up in a hole and cry. It's just too much

Nothing's the same anymore

It never will be