❛ bury the bones, bury the lives, bury the hope,
bury the skies, the truth of it all: we're dead inside❜Flesh Coffin, Lorna Shore
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The same day, at 11 am
Molly stirred on the bed trying to find a comfortable position to sleep but her knee was bothering like hell, it always happens when it gets really cold. So she rolled over in bed again and gave up when Fluffy complained with a soft meow.
"Oh, my apologies Your Majesty Mister Fluffy for disturbing your Royal Sleep" Molly said to the cat who looked at her with a huge expression of disdain, he malevolently got out of bed and went out of the room, still complaining about being awake. Molly laughed softly and dragged herself off the mattress with some difficulty, already regretting having come out of the warmth of the comforters.
She picked up the laptop and went downstairs in silence so as not to wake Phil who slept with half his body on the couch and the other on the floor, his face covered as he always did. Fluffy was getting ready to lie on the man's back when she decided to go to the yard, the day was so cold that even breathing was difficult.
She laid in the hammock and looked at the semi-dark sky above, the clouds playing with the wind as if nothing had happened in the world. A thin layer of dew had covered the plants in the yard and the car that was badly parked near the gate, at that moment only the sound of the dancing trees had been heard. Molly turned on the laptop again and logged on the blog, still shocked by the fact that even with the world crumbling, the internet was still working. Putting on her gloves and wrapping herself with the loose parts of the hammock, she sank into thoughts as her fingers worked.
"I'm so scared that I can barely breathe properly, what to do when we fear so much that the whole body is stuck? Not to mention that the cold is slaughtering a lot. I love the freezing weather but the climate of the open air morgue is below zero in the morning there were remnants of snow on my mother's plants!
I never thought I would feel so alone before and honestly, it is the worst feeling there is. I was always joked that I would love an extermination like that because the world has too many human beings living here, but after what happened, I just got the strength to cry.
It's all so painful...
Me and Phil we're trying but just we can't just stay here because it's really messing with our minds, I feel like he's losing patience about being stuck at home all day.
Also my partner sleep like a child, I must wake him up with kicks or a bath of cold water?"
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WHEN A DEAD MAN WALKS | ENG
HorrorTwo friends, a zombie apocalypse, boring jokes and drama. Molly and Phil must survive the cold, the hunger, the loneliness, and the desire to kill each other. But nothing they can't stand. gothcrypt © 2018 WHEN A DEAD MAN WALKS contains gore stuff...