I enjoyed drawing in my freetime, I doodled in the beginning but as time grew on my illustrations took on a large part of my life, even attempted to make it a career at points in my life. Mother always told me I was good at drawing but that's what mothers do best, lift your expectations. My desk was something that looked like it came from the street but it's one I grew to love, the dents on the surface and the  chips on the side from years of fustration. Was never quite able to get what was in my mind onto the page.

	Once the 'others' arrived, the world was more than changed, they came with a flash. The light affected people, some went blind, some saw... things. Things that can't be explained, undescribible compared to even the things that float above us day and night. People affected with this affliction began to speak in tongues, I've read on the internet that people have began to decipher these nonsensical sayings but to me each recording of this language has no similiarities to the next.

	I left my home for the first time in three days, as I opened the door the world opened up around me in a new way, the alley which lead to the street seemed different than it had before. As I made it out of the alley I saw a group of kids pushing and shoving a disheveled man, one was recording and laughing as the others poked and prodded. As I stepped closer I hesitated from continuing further and decided to shout across the street. "HEY! I'm calling your parents Daniel!" A bluff it was. I had no idea if there was a Daniel there but as I pulled out my phone and mimed dialing in some numbers they all began to scatter.

	Once it was clear the it was safe to continue I began to forward on my trek to the local pharmacy. As I crossed the street I realized why those youths chose their victim. The man hadn't moved from his place, head was bobbing up and down and held other symptoms of the 'jibber-jabbers' the news got real creative with the names they gave to the afflicted. I slowed my pace out of an absurd notion of couriousity and fear. The ramblings became more clear as I got closer, the bobbing of his head stayed the same pace, I took another step, his body swaying back and forth rythmically. As I got within just a few feet the artist in me took over, I had to take a picture of this later to draw, there'd be a new dent in my desk if I wasn't able to remember this properly.

	Reaching into my bag to retrieve my phone I slipped the satchel off my shoulders and began to dig through it, rummaging through the bag I stopped myself and began to wonder if I was okay with taking a photo of this jibber-jabber when I had just stopped a bunch of kids from doing the same. I sighed, closing my eyes I acknowledged I needed to do the right thing, I slung my bag back over my right shoulder, as I Went to take one last look at the jibber-jabber I had no need to look far as he was only a foot infront of me now. It stared right into my eyes-shockingly quiet, I stumbled back falling onto my ass. It swayed back and forth, completely silent. I had never heard of this before, a jibber-jabber that didn't jib? Backing up trying to create some space between me and... it, I shuffled away with my hands until my back hit a wall.

	The thing swayed back and forth, still silent. I felt shocked, full of fright and that's when my headaches started, why of all times? Bending over I audibly expressed my pain with a groan. This caused the jibber-jabber to start speaking in tongues, louder than he had before. Now of all times he has to start up again? Picking myself back up I slowly staggered myself away, leaving behind the jibber-jabber who's gaze followed me as I left, swaying back and forth as I turned onto another street. Holding myself up with a hand on a building I rested my side on it, attempting to wait away the headache so I could continue onward I closed my eyes for a moment. I began to hear a faint voice, almost like it were far away yet with an echoing whisper close by. Opening my eyes to locate the voice I was again caused to stumble back but this time I was pinned against the wall, the jibber-jabber was again in my face, closer than before. Outstretching its arms as to pin them against the wall I was trapped between them, cornered with nowhere to turn I was forced to face him. I begged and pleaded for him to let me go but knowing it was useless, the minds of jibber-jabbers were long gone I had no choice but to listen to his jabbering. But instead of jabbering what came out of his voice did not match the movements his mouth made.

	"Alfie Frankland, you are next" It said with a shout. Jolting awake the sweat dripped from my entire body, I straightened my back too fast causing a terrible back injury from a year or so back to flare up. I hazily regained my senses realizing I was at my desk and had fallen asleep drawing. The one thing that was constant was my headache, that wasn't just part of the dream. Great, my back and my brain what else is my body going to sabotage. Slowly pulling myself to my feet with the back of my chair I went to grab a glass of water. Walking across my small apartment I noticed that I hadn't cleaned up in a bit, delivery pizza boxes stacked on the counter, dishes filled the sink and my one window in front of my drawing desk looked like it was last cleaned a year ago. As I opened the cupboard hoping for a clean glass I was not able to find one, too lazy to do the dishes I turned the tap on and bent over to drink straight from the stream. Closing my eyes I quenched my thirst and quickly found myself on my futon falling fast asleep, hoping to not dream such a terrible dream again.