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Act 3 Act 3 opens with the boy running frantically down the street covered in blood, tears streaming down his face. Oblivious to the sirens and warnings overhead to leave the city, he runs to his house, slams the door shut and lets himself fall to the ground. He stares down at his blood convered hands. He had been having such a good day with her; everything had been perfect. He couldn't grasp why this happened. He looks around at all the moving boxes filled with her things. She was supposed to move in with him that week; they were finally going to live together. He slowly walks into his bedroom, closes the door, and becomes

Act 2 The boy watches her lie on the ground for a moment, then quickly lifts her up and begins moving as quickly as possible in search of some form of shelter. Holding her in his arms, he sees a mall and begins moving even faster towards it in the hopes that there would possibly be 'mall cops' that could have the slightest chance of being useful. Once they arrive, he pushes open the doors only to find half-eaten corpses and dark red stained glass storefront windows. Horrified, he realizes that there will not be help anywhere; there are no mall cops, no storeowners, no other living people, no safe haven for them. He notices what is l

Act 1 The opera opens as a boy and girl walking down the sidewalk. They see a man running with his children, yelling to get out of town as fast as possible. Of course, curiosity gets the better of the two, and they head towards town. They have yet to see anything unusual except for the absence of people, so they decide to just go back to the girl's house. On their way, they pass by a church and see that there is blood splattered across the windows. The boy tells the girl to wait and rushes into the church to see what has happened. There he finds a middle-aged man standing over the body of a minister. Realizing he is not alone,

How awkward The idea of you and I And yet, I find the concept of you so appealing You're one of the few that I would have never guessed But I had hoped it years before It's so strange to think of you in this manner But I can't help it I can't help but wonder what it's be like How people would react But of course These ways of thinking will never leave So you'll just stay conent in my mind as this wonderous oddly attractice idea