Now I know who I love but I still know how you looked like in pieces because I was the one to end you before you began your tirade but it seems I wasn't firm enough and it seems you're still alive and it seems that those traits of her still have yet to die and you took on more than just her nose and eyes. I don't know what you're planning but you've brought them here, you've brought so many of them here and I don't know how to feel because all I see is her even when you've torn and ripped her clothes and lost her arm in whatever you were doing to cause this.
And this is the end of a chapter and I can nearly smell its wake but I can't tell whose victory it is yet but I know I can hear the notes of a distant future change and I hope so badly that it will end in our favour, because I can't stand looking at you and seeing her skin, and I can't stand looking at you and seeing the remnants of her soul in how you've managed to gather them all—did you speak to them? Can you still even speak?—and lead them against us. But I can't see her in how you've never bothered an ambush, I can never see her in how you've never bothered.
So come, let us dance, and hope nostalgia won't hit us by chance.
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Zombie Apocalypse Playlist Drabbles
Cerita PendekA series of music-based drabbles based off a zombie apocalypse shuffle-playlist I've dug up from a long time ago.