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corpse

This is a short story I wrote for school so sadly it won't be as beautiful as the last -

 Life is on the verge of extinction, it is enclosed within a bubble. Everything else is dead, I am dead. How I can comprehend things without a brain, I don't know. I am simply a husk of walking rotting flesh. I don't eat, I don't breathe, I don't have emotions, and I have no name. I am in constant pain as I continue to fall apart. My left arm is missing, though my right is doing no better. My body can barely function, how I manage to walk is a miracle. I'm slow to say the least.

 My only friend is the decade bones of an animal. He rests beside a decayed tree slowly breaking just as I. He is the voice in my nonexistent brain, a conscience of sorts. He keeps me from insanity, at least that's what I tell myself. "Hello Bones." I thought, I cannot actually vocalize my thoughts as my vocals rotted long  ago. "Took you long enough corpse did you find anything or anyone?" "No the trip you sent me on was worthless, you already know we are alone." The wind blew dirt in my eye. Though it isn't as bothersome as the constant pain ripping through every inch of my body. Though I have no brain my nerves seem to still send signals through my body, so I feel myself rotting. "I wish I could be like you Bones, with no pain, no questions of how you exist, or why just a pile of bones." "How do you know my existence is peaceful? Yes I am nothing but bones, but you have no brain as well as I. Yet you feel pain and have thoughts. I have nerves in my bones, I could feel just as much, or even more pain than you." Bones is correct he is a voice in my head yet, he could also be just as conscious as me. Neither of us have vocals but if we did would he be like me? Like the others in the early days of death.

 When more than a bubble of life existed,  and the world was still dying off. There were others, but the living feared us. We would devour them but it couldn't be helped, it was the only thing that would soothe the pain. It was a constant war between living and dead. Eventually the living retreated into the bubble, and with no fresh meat we resorted to cannibalism. I went into hiding for years and by the time I returned, there was nothing and my arm had rotted off. 
I searched through a valley of bones, for something or someone. I eventually gave up, and settled for a pile of bones beside a tree. 
 
 Recently I decided to search for the bubble, I wish to know if it can save me from this hell. I have looked everywhere around my tree. I realize I must leave and venture farther, away from bones my only friend. "Bones I must leave you." "I'm the voice in your head, even if you leave the physical form you created me from I will continue to exist in your head." He's right though I will miss the pile of bones, he will always be within me.

 I have begun my journey to find the bubble, slowly limping through the freezing desert. It's been what I assume is weeks, slowly going whatever way feels right. Bones has been silent, and the pain goes on. My tree is long gone, and I'm surrounded by nothing but dirt and bones. The freezing breeze feels like it's slicing through my rotting flesh. My legs are numb from walking for so long. It's probably the best feeling I've had in a long time. "You should take a break, if you don't you'll fall." "Hello Bones, it's been awhile." "If you continue like this you'll never get there." he is correct, but I don't wish to regain the feeling of my legs. "Just stop corpse, you must rest." "I have no stamina Bones I have no need to stop." 

 Days have passed, I have fallen and am unable to walk. We knew this would happen, I should have listened to him. I should stop being a stubborn bastard and listen. Now I must lie on the loose ground, and wait for my ability to walk to return. 

 Three days have passed, and I can now continue. I walk and walk I go nowhere, nothing is changing it's been the same scenery since I left the tree. I thought I couldn't feel emotions but I find myself frustrated. Frustrated with the never changing scenery, and with myself for being so slow. My legs are rotting faster, If I don't make any progress soon I'll never make it. Bones has been gone for days. It never bothered me before, but now I feel as if I'm losing my mind. My mind is static I hear quiet screams. I'm terrified and erratic, I don't think I've ever been like this. 

 A year has passed, my right leg is hanging on by a thread. I've resorted to scratching what's left of my left arm. The quiet screams have grown louder. I feel sick, I've ripped what little hair I had left out. My jaw is missing as well, I ripped it off because it felt heavy. 

 I'm close, I know it, I feel it, the essence of life, it's close. The screaming inside my head won't stop, it's so loud my ears are ringing. My left arm is just exposed bone at this point, but I don't care. I'm almost there I can see the outline of it. My true heaven I see it, I feel it, It's mine. 

 It's only a foot in front of me when my right leg breaks off. "Damn!!" I yell into my screaming mind. I have to drag myself, I have to. It's the only way. With one arm and one leg I slowly move myself forward. I can almost touch it. I'm so close!

I touch it, the world around me falls away. My body is whole, and I see a small dog running around me. Bones my boy, my only friend. There's no screaming or pain, just the barking of my only friend.