The Descent of madness

The Awakeing

A ray of sunlight beamed down on the undead as he awoke with a jolt. He felt a searing pain on the back of his neck,where the accursed darksign was branded on his delicate flesh. He remembered.....A wife? Yes a wife. He remembered her pale complexion,her ruby eyes,her hair as white as snow,and her voice as smooth as honey. They had a......child, or did they? "My memories are fading fast" he thought to himself "this curse will destroy me". He looked at his bare cell,with a large hole in the top letting the sunlight in. "I can work on my tan" he said bitterly. He stood with great effort,the immediately fell. The sharp gasp of pain slightly echoed in the long and damp corridor outside his cell bars where more cells could be seen,though they look deserted. He stood again, this time leaning heavily on the stone wall as he shuffled to the cell door. the door itself was made of iron and heavily rusted due to long exposure. he gripes the iron bars,trying to peer into the yawning darkness.he stuck his hand out through the bars hoping to feel something,perhaps even someone. But alas, the corridor was bare, like the many cells that were here. He sank toward the ground and closed his eyes,hoping to get some rest to pass the time. But it only brought more nightmares

He was in a shabby old wooden hut with furniture everywhere. A fireplace on the north side of the room. There was also a bed in the corner of the room. A small table in the middle was bare,except for candles and leftover bowls from dinner. A fine layer of dust was on everything. He moved toward the bed slowly so he wouldn't trip over anything. As he drew closer to the bed he noticed a picture laying on the pillow. It was small and only contained in three people. He picked the picture up and was shocked. It was him in the middle,that he could tell. But the other two people were blurred he couldn't make out the faces. He heard crying coming by the door. He hadn't noticed the crib before because he was to busy focusing on the bed. The crying was getting louder and louder, piercing his ears. He moved quickly toward the crib and looked into it. He stood still,he was shocked,terrified and couldn't move. it was a baby, not even two months old.
It was rotting,his skin was decomposing into the cotton while maggots and flies ate his flesh. Tears filled his eyes as he realized

This was his child
He killed his child when he was branded.