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(2012
A hazy June morning,
2am)

We're all just sitting here, this is odd.
Normally we're a talkative bunch; we don't let the darkness put us down like it did everyone else. Most of the groups that formed after the great eclipse didn't last long. The lack of sun combined with the failure of harvest seemed to sap the last hope out of everyone, and you can see it, they're all walking skeletons now...
Here we are though. Our group isn't special, we don’t have stores of food anywhere and if we did, we would share! We're not a selfish bunch of hoarders. The other groups have actually accused us of that, you know?
Just because we don’t look as sick, people immediately started jumping to conclusions. That's part of the reason I’m so freaked out at us not talking though... I mean, it's weird, because we're not talking. We're always talking! If we're not talking, that may mean...No; I don't even want to think about it.

(Same day,
3pm, they say...
Now more of a foggy June afternoon,
Waiting for the rooster to crow...)

We've been in the dark for month's now, that's what they say. It feels more like years though, and every time you expect the sun to rise, it doesn’t. It’s like you have this inbuilt clock and it’s broken, but I try to keep myself happy. I try to keep smiling and laughing and all... I won’t lie, I know its quiet apparent that everyone has given up, we're running out of food and everyone is getting ready to die, so, I don’t know what to do... but, the rooster still crows... normally.
I always wonder about the rooster crowing you know... In all partiality, why shouldn't it, right? I mean, it's a rooster, it's been crowing every morning since it could crow (and that's probably a long time). The sun may have gone but it's still its duty isn't it?
I mentioned partiality... Maybe Mr Rooster is impartial to the odd look's he gets from all the hens... or the duck.
You’re probably wondering what I’m talking about... Why I'm fascinated by the rooster's incessant crowing.
Well, the rooster’s laborious cries remind me of myself. I like to think I would do exactly as he does, just keeping myself going when it's obvious to everybody that I don't really have a use anymore... It's a nice thought.
Do you want to know what disturbs me the most about today though?
...The rooster didn't crow...