oliviabower
They congregate around you. All of them. You become suffocated. You lose air and lose air and lose air until you lose your life as well. But you are unperturbed. Death is irrelevant. The only true strength comes from not fearing death. Let them kill your or let yourself fight. The outcome doesn't really matter.
It hit her in the back of her head. Pain bloomed from the center outward, down her neck, to her shoulders, her arms. It was a wet pain, a sticky pain. A red pain. A pain that felt like the end. Like a death you knew was coming. She could hear her skull crumbling away, bone shards piercing her soft, pink brain.
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