“Honey, please stop, what you are doing. You are not well.”
“Graaaagh!”
“What happened to you? Let me help.”
This was the last convo I had with my love before everything changed in my life.
Life is miserable for me; if you could even call it life. Not by my own choice but from the demons that exist in my world. Stealing someone precious to me. Losing my love that I held dear to my heart. My wife, whom I recently married, now gone. Oh how, I would fight tooth and nail to see her face again. I reminisce how she would toss and turn at night and have cold sweats. It was all a result of the virus that was spreading. The sickness was spreading like a wildfire. Sitting with her on the couch, I watched her last moments as she died in my arms. Her eyes were still open, so I closed her eyelids as she moved on from this world to the next. I sat there sobbing uncontrollably from the grief. Unbeknownst to me, I would get to see her one last time.
Soon after, what seemed like death, she sprung with life. How could this be? She looks like her but I saw he die in front of me? It was …show more content…
My goal is to simply feed off the flesh and brains of animals. A distinctive sign of pain for us is the sounds of moans. Eating brains and other parts reduce the pain I feel. When I eat and settle down for a meal it numbs it. When I eat brains I feel satisfied yet revolted when I do so. Hordes of us flock to easy pickings. Our residential view of the area on a cliff gives us a great panoramic view of the decayed city. A landscape surrounds us that was once fertile and lively, but is now looks like shit. I see nothing but darkness, of which I'm also a part of the darkness. The blood of the people I have murdered. I walk from night to dawn, from dawn to dusk. Ghoul of dreary night, I see nothing in my sight, I give fright to others and feast upon them all to have achieve what …. a good night’s slumber. I just want
“Graaaagh!”
“What happened to you? Let me help.”
This was the last convo I had with my love before everything changed in my life.
Life is miserable for me; if you could even call it life. Not by my own choice but from the demons that exist in my world. Stealing someone precious to me. Losing my love that I held dear to my heart. My wife, whom I recently married, now gone. Oh how, I would fight tooth and nail to see her face again. I reminisce how she would toss and turn at night and have cold sweats. It was all a result of the virus that was spreading. The sickness was spreading like a wildfire. Sitting with her on the couch, I watched her last moments as she died in my arms. Her eyes were still open, so I closed her eyelids as she moved on from this world to the next. I sat there sobbing uncontrollably from the grief. Unbeknownst to me, I would get to see her one last time.
Soon after, what seemed like death, she sprung with life. How could this be? She looks like her but I saw he die in front of me? It was …show more content…
My goal is to simply feed off the flesh and brains of animals. A distinctive sign of pain for us is the sounds of moans. Eating brains and other parts reduce the pain I feel. When I eat and settle down for a meal it numbs it. When I eat brains I feel satisfied yet revolted when I do so. Hordes of us flock to easy pickings. Our residential view of the area on a cliff gives us a great panoramic view of the decayed city. A landscape surrounds us that was once fertile and lively, but is now looks like shit. I see nothing but darkness, of which I'm also a part of the darkness. The blood of the people I have murdered. I walk from night to dawn, from dawn to dusk. Ghoul of dreary night, I see nothing in my sight, I give fright to others and feast upon them all to have achieve what …. a good night’s slumber. I just want