The next day is here and I awake on my own. I've been half awake for hours, unable to drift into the sleep I'm still so eagerly craving. Just too anxious about the day I guess, about the weight it'll bring as I watch each of the ninety-five percent leave one by one. By the end of the day, the Castle will be lighter by more than half of its human population - who knows, maybe more.
The small window in my bunker still shines with star-light. It's probably just before dawn, when they said they'd be starting. A shuffle of feet scurry outside my door and I know they're heading outside, the first lot to bid the rest of this place farewell forever.