The blueish substance flows over my limp body. I can't feel it, I can only sense it, the nerves in my body disabled from the bullet in my skull. The substance invades my nose and I instantly know what it is...
The counter bacteria.
I've lost. I've lost new earth. I'm not the king.
No! It can't be! No! I am the King! The soul of my former self is gone! I destroyed it! It is gone! There will never be anything but King creature! My soul is a creature! I can't be killed!
I am King creature!
I am King creature.
I am a creature.
I am a monster.
I am a killer...
I am......
I am...
I......
I...
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Science FictionThe glass that is held in the wall is shattered, and I see a familiar face trying to pry its way through the chicken wire that was embedded in the window. My heart skips a beat and I begin to panic. There are screams from next door and unhumanly ro...
