EMPTY

Clyde Johnson is dead.

He remembers dying very clearly. The pain flooding through his system, ebbing away at his vision, until everything went dark, empty.

And yet somehow, for the past 4 years, he's still existed.

He was almost identical to everyone else living around him.
Except for one thing.

Clyde Johnson couldn't feel anything.

He was empty.

And Clyde would do anything to fill that emptiness.

Cover by @w_nnie