Devolution: A Firsthand Account of the Rainier Sasquatch Massacre

by Max Brooks

Denial is an irrational dismissal of danger. Phobia is an irrational fear of one.

Those poor bastards didn’t want a rural life. They expected an urban life in a rural setting. They tried to adapt their environment instead of adapting to it.

It’s great to live free of the other sheep until you hear the wolves howl.

The whole country rests on a system that sacrifices resilience for comfort. JOURNAL ENTRY #6 [CONT.]

“Injury turns you from a giver to a taker. Taking up our resources, our time to care for you. That’s why most weapons of war are designed to injure instead of kill. Wounded are more of a drain than the dead.”

“Need. That’s what makes a village. That’s what we are now, and what holds us together is need. I won’t help you if you don’t help me. That is the social contract.”

Nothing could have such a big foot.

Bigfoot’s as American as apple pie and guns in schools.

“People only see the present through the lenses of their personal pasts.”

I heard a theory once that if aliens ever do come calling, they may very well be hostile, because the same brains that mastered spaceflight learned to think by hunting.

I hope their brains aren’t too advanced to imagine fate, to know their babies won’t live long enough to reach adulthood. I also hope they’re not intelligent enough to feel remorse. “What have we awoken!” If there’s anything worse than visualizing your own death, it’s knowing that you caused it.