A Post Existence: Life After Death
- Lecturas 30
- Votos 2
- Partes 3
On a normal day I'd be writing 7 page reports on the latest celebrity scoops for my journalist class. I'd call my best friend to gossip about the chaos on campus. I would eat ice cream, pizza and all the chocolate I desired. The only problem is..today isn't a normal day. Today is the end of life as we all know it. I see them in the distance, they slowly sway my way, those heartless decomposing corpses with the faces of those I loved. I am surrounded by famine and sickness. I have memories of pain etched into my brain that will never dissipate. I close my eyes at night and think of scary stories where the dead would walk the earth and now I wish those stories weren't my reality.
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