With my family I spoke, like I would have done then. It was nice, I explained my new fiancé, yes that must have happened.
Then we got gifts... I mean, at 8 pm who gets mails? I mean physical.
We opened them, read the nice must have been pricey papers, then I saw. It looked like salvation... As for me I was like, noobs, I already have these, I will not give up the good one for the rotten...
They put it on like robots and their eyes went blank and they looked into the nothing like zombies.
I hided mine somewhere and talked with them about it, logistics, how cool it is, who wsnted what.
It was so bizarre... Seeing everyone in their prime, being fake superpowered wannabes...
No... I got what I wanted, now go time. I got Eve to my hands, then went down. We sat down in a park and though she was tired, her and my eyes were wide open.
Our former companion was not lying. Small screams, imagined or real smell of blood. People, who are not needed, no more please they must have thought. More, than half of the parliament, people in events, regular people, people in the TV, musicians... Boom. No people complained. We also saw running people, who thought they might help to someone or thought they are bad, but it was in a blink of the eye.
People in handyman outfits came and set cameras to poles, houses, corners, routes for drones, it happened. The fake perfection of humanity.
I looked back to our window, they were laughing. I dismissed all the thoughts, that they cared or have seen it. I know brother is in it to some point, but not my thing. Now I have another objective. The Book, the Book and Eve.
That was my last encounter with my family at the dinnertable. The last laughing together. A conflicting, but good memory if you ask me.