I frantically looked around as the putrid odor of burning smoke of death filled my nose.
They are here.
This is not new to me, the smell, the eeri surrounding, the pounding of my heart and the apparent feeling that I knew they are just around the corner.
The horrible one.
My eyes moves around, eyeing every part of the area where I stand, alone. Soon a figure appeared on the dark, eyes shining like a laser. The voice speak...
"I am one of them."
The voice left me in shock. A voice that I recognized. The strench slowly fades away and was replaced by the scent that contradicts the disgusting odor that filled my nose earlier.
The eyes blinks, as the figure slowly walks out of the dark. Standing face to face, all I can see through the face is nothing but blank stares. I shake my head furiously, denying what was said.
"No, you're not." I replied harshly, that I know I'm convincing myself not to believe.
"I do, I am one of them." The voice repeated. "I am one of the fallen."
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[Yoyoyo wassup wassup! I'm up to another story, so I'll drop this for now. I will update this after I finish 'Eyes Closed'. Hope you all look forward for my new story. Thank you in advance! 💕]
