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Season two

The strange thing about grief was that it was instant, like a battering ram to the chest, a million 'what if's' going through your head that lead to the moment before it all went wrong, how you'd found yourself in the situation, what small minuscule thing you might've done before to change the outcome that lead to the moment.

At this moment, I felt like I was drowning in it all.

All the emotions, thoughts, and feelings all collided together and made absolutely no sense, but at the same time did.

Beyond the consistent throb of my side, due to too much exhertion, was dulled, a pinprick in comparison to the hole that was my chest, the gaping mass where my heart belongs was vacant and nothing.

Even if the muscle still beat in my chest it wasn't there anymore in my mind, the organ irrelevant at this point as if it was no longer a part of me.

The unimaginable had happened, a moment in time had stolen my sister from me. My baby sister was no longer the bright, vibrantly beautiful child I'd loved even through all of the shit with my mom, all the years of abandon from our father, she and Elijah kept me sane, kept me going.

A reminder of why I made every decision I had from then until now, where I surely was a mess of limbs on the dirt as pure pain and agony consumed me.

She was too pure for a world like this, but it didn't justify the way she left this world, destined like probably most of us, who are still alive, will end.

Either bitten and turned into a freak of nature, made by some poor excuse of a god, seeming to punish humanity for all the sins we'd committed in our time on earth, or tore to pieces, a food source for the things walking amongst the living with faces of people, but with no heart or mind.

The thing on the ground wasn't my sister anymore, it only bore her face, her body.

No, the thing in a heap on the dirt was a monster, who's violence was cut short before it could do any real damage to the world, snuffed out just as her humanity was, her real life.

Quickly and violently.

By the chunk of flesh missing from her side, I can only assume she'd screamed and cried for help, for me, my dad, or Elijah. Maybe even our mother. For someone, anyone to help her, as whatever monster tore her flesh from her bones until nothing but muscle and bone remained where her pale skin should be.

I tried not to think about the fear that surely consumed her wholey and entirely as whatever beast did that to her, how frightened she was because it would only serve to leave an even deeper scar on my mind.

Never visible, but this was just another chip at my inner morality, surely a test to measure how much god awful shit I'd be able to withstand before I finally broke.

The trauma, the gore, the bloodshed.

It was a true test to my morality, to see where, after it all lied down to nothing but death, i'd let this world, the things inside it, push me from who I was.

I was never truly sane or had a proper moral compass to begin with, but this world was pushing ever last bit of my ability to give in to every single primal urge, desire, and need to no longer hold onto societies standard to normal, to blow it all out of the water and finally succumb to my nature.

A nature we all had buried deep inside us, some peoples true nature, their ability to give in was just easier to grasp, snatch up, and tear apart before they gave in, let the ways of cruelty surface and consume them.