humanity

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I am a relatively new writer, and I'm currently in college for English, i want to get my portfolio up and also have some published works to show off!

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"The lens through which I viewed the world before me changed overnight, My own eyes hazed everything around me, a permanent and perpetual blur with no recollection of before. just the hazy memories of the two people I loved the most. I have no control of My hands, they aren't on the steering wheel Nor are my feet pressing the gas.

I no longer matter, as to the rotten hole I am forced into now. The darkness has surrounded me in a deep and painful hug that burns like a million cuts to my already scarred skin. No longer do I wake up every morning to see my beautiful Wife's face,  or come home to the smell of grass and dirt my son brought in after a long day outside, the profound memories of him winning his soccer tournaments, and the quiet, and quaint suburbia I took for granted before everything went cold.

My body morphed into something abhorrent, something I could never comprehend. Could I comprehend its vile reflection? That hideous monster looking back at me, Its warped yellow eyes bloodshot and savage mouth snarling back as if I was the one who did something wrong. No longer is this my body; it is just a vessel my brain no longer controls, I'm only a void. a silent dark spot, forced to watch a life, I never chose.

This mutated, waiflike body is not mine, nor is it one my family knew me as. I miss my family, they're the people who made this life worth it. Whatever it was that took me over, whatever caused so much grotesque pain, that I watched unravel with no control, the thing inside me breaking the bones in the bodies of those I loved, the crunching and the mutilation I endured firsthand, the piling of my family around what used to be our home turned bloodbath.

I don't know what it is, but I feel cursed. This dark room in my mind, which I used to have diction of, I no longer can control what used to be there. That... thing that took over my body, the pins and needles I constantly felt after its takeover, remnant in the only consciousness I have left. Its blood lust only grew stronger as the days clicked on, and more wicked as time passed.

The town slowly went to hell, and others were taken over like I was. I don't know how or... If they've gotten along, But If it's anything like this pit of nothing I lay in now, the despair of always being alone, despite the constant gruesome contents I see through the eyes myself every day. Not me I guess, but I still am here, behind myself, a shadow of who I was before the day I was infected, the day before I was forced to become a killer."

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this story isn't EXACTLY related to The Last of Us, and while I loved seeing the show's special effects, I haven't seen or played it. this is just inspired by the idea of the clickers. no characterization was involved, and I wrote and edited this in one night.