Below the Surface

Below the Surface

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They say life is a living hell, but most people don't get how much of a living hell it really is. They walk around pretending not to notice the clue's that god has given them. They dismiss everything that has not got a scientific explanation for it. They are blind. Blind from seeing what is real and what is fantasy. In this life, fantasy is reality. If only they knew. If only they knew that the very ground they walk on, is home to the most darkest and disgusting of creatures that god could have ever created. I used to be one of them, used to laugh at the stories my Father told me as a child, the stories about the creatures that go bump in night. I grew up in my own little world, letting very few in. And here I am now, standing bang in the fucking middle of an ongoing war that has been lasting for centuries, right underneath the humans nose's. I'd give anything to be on the surface again, feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, breathing in the fresh air. But I'm not, because that is my fantasy and my reality is here and now. Were out for blood. An eye for an eye he said and I couldn't agree with him more. I will kill the bastard who I used to call husband, and I will tear his fucking guts out and eat them for my dinner. He will pay, they will all pay.
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Without warning it began! The inevitable, I think it's fair to assume this book is not in my possession. This means I'm most likely dead. Most nights I wrestle the reason I have chosen to explain what happened, the things we did to each other, things no human being should witness. I Wright this simply to enlighten your poor soul and give you more of a chance than I had. A chance to survive what is most likely the brink of human extinction. Times are harder now and as the days go by we are less of our former selves. We have become husks floating around in a lost, desolate world. I look at this place and it still seems so alien to me, as the days roll into the nights I'm still unsure of how we got to this point. If you are reading this, you too are probably North and very much aware of what has happened to our beloved city. I feel a responsibility to inform you that you will most likely share the same fate as I have. I understand you may be wondering what's worse than death, trust me in this place death seems like a paradise compared. I do not know why I still feel so obligated to write this. To be honest most nights I think its just an escape from the madness, like a natural sedative it's the only way I can fall asleep in this hell. However I do need to clear my conscious and pay dividend for my demons. I need you to know what happened to me; I need you to know what we have become and what we are capable of. I need you to know why we have chosen to kill each other, why the smell of human flesh lingers in the air like slow roast pork on a Sunday afternoon. Why bodies litter our streets. Why things that seemed to be so impossible happen in front of our very own eyes. Why conformity i this place is the unreal ideas people live their lives by and why I was included into this group of youthful abominations. All of this might be irrelevant compared to what I am about to tell you.

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