in a world where people have become rabid cannibalistic monsters who are only shells of what they once were.
in this world you have to survive by any means necessary if you want to live that is.
and y/n is doing exactly that.
fear th...
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friday july 25th 2018 7:46 a.m.
my mother, father, and brother...laid out on the floor...dead. their skulls cracked wide open—brains eaten and flesh tore apart scattered across the floor. i was sick to my stomach at the sight of it. i loved them, even though my family had put me through so much i loved them.
it was all so shocking to see the blurred mutilated figures of them through my teary eyes. as i paced back and forth realization set in, the door was giving because the herd of about 20 walkers banging and pushing on the door. i wanted to escape and the only way out was the cellar door which lead to the backyard aiding me to escape.
but something was down there.
i didn't know what to do, i was scared. just then one of the hinges on the door broke and rotted hands of what are supposed to be dead corpses spewed through the door. i yelped— frightened on the verge of a panic attack, tears pouring down my face.
my body acted unconsciously as if it had a consciousness of its own as i hurriedly grabbed one of the emergency packs me and my family made incase we had to leave the house. i also grabbed my two katanas and ran to the basement door.
my legs hastily carried me though the dimmed halls as i heard another hinge break off the door. it would only be a matter of time until they were in.
as i walked down the hall the sound of the walkers echoed and far away as if i were in a tunnel and my head began to pound along with my heart.
mustering all my courage as i walked up the the basement door i drew my sword swinging the door wide open. the dimness of the halls allowed enough lighting to see it.
the corpse was on all fours like some type of animal, pieces of it face hanging from being bashed in i presume. the tattered clothes it formerly wore when human hung from its body like rags. patches of dirty brown hair clung to its scalp— dirty and matted as long strands hung in front of its face giving it a more sinister look. they were probably a female before all this happened. now they're just a dead but living corpse wandering earth in a rabid dazed state.
my mind began to grow fuzzy and it's like i couldn't concentrate on the situation at. none of that mattered though once i saw the blood, flesh, and brains of my family splattered across its face. the bit of twisted sympathy i had for it was gone—out the window, and my mind went blank.
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