Things could never return to the way they had been. The world almost truly ended. We had managed to stop the being known as Mother, and her army of shadow creatures, but the damage was done. The parasites had changed us. And even though the parasites had died with Mother, we would never be normal again.
The ice had been forced on me and had become my personal hell. The others each suffered from their own hell as well. We were different now and people knew it.
Without an army of monsters, the people needed a new target for their anger. We were just that.
They glared at us in the streets. Some of them even resorted to violence. Never facing us head on, rocks thrown through the windows, thrown at us, and even going after what remained of our families.
Things were different now. We were different now.