cybershadowmoon
The dark eyes staring through the bars of those cells followed him down the corridor. Moaning and painful screams deafened his ears. Why was he the one to replace the bolts of the electric chair?! It felt, like ghosts of the already wasted men followed every step he took in this wrecked old building.
She turned around the corner, fearfully looking behind her. Where was he? Where was the strange man in the dark coat? Panicking she turned her faced to the front and bumbed right into him. "You're mine" he whispered while burrowing his teeth deep into her neck.
The painted writing on the wall almost glowed in the dark. He could read in bright red letters: "The end is here!" Steve picked up his gun again. Whoever wrote that did not know HIM.
The sight was almost unbearable. Rotten flesh barely covered his bones while pieces of a once vivid plaid kilt were wrapped around his hips. The zombie raised his half decayed arms and tried to grab her...
The radio was dead. All they could hear was a faint random noise. "Mummy? Are we gonna be O.K.?" "Sure..." she answered with an almost strong voice, but then the moans and howls outside came closer...
The backpack felt heavier and heavier the higher he came on his path to the top of the mountain. And as well as the weight the smell started to get unbearable. Why did dead bodies have to rot so fast?
"Why do I have to carry all of this stuff?!" I probably complained for the 1,000th time today on this trip, but that was actually the only thing I was NOT tired about. "Because it is YOUR backpack and your stuff."
I remember the smell as if I just left yesterday. The fade scent of coffee mixed with a strong note of floor cleanser and washing soda. Grandma waved at me, while my ship drove towards the horizon. And home became nothing more but a fading memory.
"Oh, you know. I broke up with him." My best friend looked at me, confused. "Why is that?" I cringed. "Y'know, his sideburns were getting too long."
Despair grasped after his heart as he saw her body. Floating in the murky water she almost looked like a piece of wood, if it weren't for her once beautiful hair and her apron. "Mum?!"
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