He, who devoured the undead found solace in a place. Blood on his shirt, tears stains of all the undead and those who decide to end their life to end their misery.
And then who is powerful with all the mighty need to save those in need out of the ca...
Cursed are those who feel an ocean but are only able to express a drop. -by Anonymous
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For some time, zombies weren't a threat at the moment, realising this, Dylan charged to his house. Dropping whatever he held to the ground.
"Sarah!."
I was hot on his tail. The woman may not be my biological mother. But the moment I was all hurt not knowing what I had missed, what happened to me, where to go, only survival at its peak, this old couple accepted me, giving me food to fill my belly, gain a few pounds with additional muscles.
They treat me better, making me feel like I fit here, I was born to be here, I was born to be in their house with Blythe who is single to his bone comes every day to visit us just to mess with me. And get his head hit by Sarah's fist by the end of the day.
Now I realize, they are my parents I don't know if I had one. They are the reason I am still alive. Even if I got called a monkey boy by Dylan every night before I went to sleep. Their warm big long hug before I got to hunting with Blythe. Sarah's savory food, Dylan's teaching things when I got free time.
They are everything my life has been since that only day I remember. Barely knew I lost my memory, only an idea of surviving lurking in my head after my eyes the first time saw those undead.
Sarah would make me feel better on these unknown scars, she would make me laugh, Dylan would make me laugh unstoppable, and now I realize I have Dylan's thunder laugh, I have been with them a lot, if anything I want them to be alive and well.
Knowing Sarah was in the house for all two days, waiting to be safe. It's hurt me to the core, wishing I was not in the group, I wish I let Dylan go and stay behind with Sarah.
Please be safe Sarah.
Please be safe Mom.
Dylan knocked down the door, don't care if Sarah would nag me for bringing mess into her house, she is more important than the floor. I am sure she doesn't care at the moment about the dirty shoes.
Climbing the stairs, I halted at the last piece of stairs. My heart took an instant stop. My mind's circuit went to a short circuit, instantly disregarding all the obvious answers.
Dylan was on her side, all pouring tears and screaming while I was still trying to intercept this situation into my head.
"Sarah!. Please wake up!."
His call getting hollow, slower each time. His body jerks with more tears. A warm drop flows on my cheeks. I wish this hadn't happened, I wish this all never happened.
"M-mom?."
I tried, my mouth bitter, my lips trying to get used to the call. My throat filled with bile, each was hard and big for me to swallow. My chest burning, instead of fire, it's burning from all the tugging to below. My stomach dropped making my whole body weak, I couldn't hold my own weight. I dropped to my knees, the pain I had from the fall couldn't even be felt, it was numb yet I felt everything, every inch of my body was hurting, my chest had it the most.
