The Change
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Last published Tue, Sep 15, 2015
Imagine a world where the dead rule the earth. These aren't your typical zombies who come back to life mindless killers, oh no, they are so much worse. These beings have sense, they can talk, breathe, feel, run and their bodies don't decay. When you die you will come back, and when you do you'll be hungry. This hunger is no ordinary hunger, it is a hunger more powerful than anything else in the world and more painful than death and the fires of hell. When you die and come back, nothing else will matter to you except to appease this insufferable hunger deep inside, and the only way to stop the pain temporarily is to feed.
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