A lost, burnt cigarette stabI don't remember much, but I was in a tall building, on one of the top stories, or maybe even on the roof at some point. Me and other guys and girls, and particularly one I liked, who for some reason associates in my head with a cigarette stub.
Perhaps we were walking, perhaps we were jumping the roofs - this part is blurry, like the rest of this crazy night.
And then it started. Somebody came, and started to attack us. I found myself trying to loosen the grip of a boy on me, kicking as hard as I can; biting. And then a girl whose hair I'm pulling, hitting her head on the walls. Again. Again. Just survive. Look around myself rapidly, wildly, because we're not alone, and they all want our death.
Where is he? I hope he's alright. I saw a kid down, and he's dead, this I know. I look into his face for a long second, trying to recall if it's him or not.
Then I follow in a wild race another boy who, I think, looks like that one guy, and we just try to stay alive among the cruel beaten bodies