People fall apart from others. Some to be holding a secret that had lasted their identies years. Sometimes, we all can't hide. From the blood rushes through my veins, I'm not sure if I can even call myself human no longer. But the question is, why are we still alive? Even if I just watch everyone die around me, turn to ghouls and go insane. Some, out of my control. Would it be worth the pain? Even if I just lose what I held most dear to me.
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