THE LAST OF US: THE EVIL WITHIN

CHAPTER 01

CHAPTER 01: THE SNAKE FROM THE GARDEN OF EDEN WHO COMES TO EARTH TO GIVE FORBIDDEN FRUIT TO HUMANS. THE REAL MONSTER.

trigger warning: emotionally distressing content.

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It's midnight and I am walking along a cold road, alone. My hands and clothes were covered in bloodstains, my legs were feeling like drooping off my body. I was numb. The more footsteps I take feels like my life is coming to an end, it's like walking to my own death.

At about 2:00 post-midnight hours, at that strange cold hour, I shivered from the cold and pain as I stepped into the cold night. As I was getting to the end of the bridge, I felt as if my soul flew up. I took all of my body strength and sat down, numb legs hanging off the bridge.

I guess this is it, this is the end for me. It was nice while it lasted...

I gave my last smile as my body flops onto the ground. It's cold and soft. All weight from my body was lifted, all the pain and memories were forgotten. The blood pouring out from my head and mouth was the only thing I could feel. My old and ragged clothes slowly lose their feeling onto my cold skin and my final breath was let out.

Silence. Numbness.

All I could remember was a dinning table, with laughter and the comforting smell of a shared meal. A man smiled warmly at me, his expression radiating kindness. Happy laughter at the table changed to serious frowns. Blood splattered across the walls and floors, creating a chilling scene of horror within the house, and the last think I could reminisce was being stuck in a burning house, surrounded by flames and choking smoke...

My eyes suddenly opened at agad akong humawak sa dibib ko. My chest feels so heavy as I was catching my breath. I quickly looked at both of my hands and there weren't any blood on them. I sighed in relief.

So, it was just a dream, but why did it felt so incredibly real?

THIRD PERSON'S POV.

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Lilith, a small girl with pale skin and black hair, woke up and glanced out the window. It was her first morning in a cheap apartment complex she had recently moved into. The apartment was small, with a living room, bedroom, and bathroom. Unfortunately, the soundproofing was poor, and she could hear conversations from the neighbors and footsteps from the floor above. Despite its flaws, this apartment was the best option for Lilith, as she couldn't afford anything better, and it provided shelter.

Thinking of her past, she remembers her burned-down home and her parents' murder.

"The famous politician Alfred Laurier was found dead along with his wife, Amy Gomez, a popular television and film actress, along with an unnamed kid. Only their daughter survived. The murder took place early yesterday morning at their own house..."

Lilith grabs her phone to check the time; it's 10 AM. She heads to the bathroom to freshen up.

"The daughter of Alfred Laurier, a politician who just passed away recently has gone missing. The National Bureau of Investigation and the police are on the lookout for the whereabouts of the 17-year-old girl, Lilith Laurier. The teenager was reportedly last seen at her school. She was supposed to be fetched by her aunt, Beatrice Laurier, but she could not find her when she came."

As a missing person, she hides her identity while trying to navigate her new life.

Looking in the mirror, a tear welled up in her left eye, her lips quivering. With limited money, she wonders how she'll survive.  Bowing her head, she gripped the sink and her lips curved into a wry smile. "Everyone dies eventually," she thought, letting out a sigh of frustration. Existing is just too tiring ...