Chroma

Chroma

By: Valerie Heaton

Running. Everyone is trying to escape at once but that just feeds their hunger. The multi-story garage isn’t closed in so we’re trapped but they’re free to come in.

There are people being attacked. Shredded apart all around. I keep screaming that we need to stay apart. To get into cars. Separate. Be patient and they’ll go away.

But people are gathering at exits. They want this to end. They want to break free.

The Chromas sense when we’re together. Small as a butterfly. Shiny and blue. They’ll find you.

Chroma Butterfly