The sound of the river soothed me.
The ground felt hard beneath my back.
Pain intensified as I looked at the teeth marks.
Infection spreading,
Humanity shedding.
My flesh rotting,
Hunger haunting.
Slowly transforming,
Death came swarming.
I could feel the infection taking over my humanity.
My mind altered itself, could I come back?
Hunger intensified, as I was now a walking corpse.
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The Wall
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