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The noise was too loud, almost as if someone was using a drill machine in her head. She craned her head to relieve the cramp in her neck. When she couldn't move she realised where she was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane... She bangs on the lid to announce she is not dead. Catching a glimpse of her hand. She is horrified to see Greenish, black and blue Asif bruised, flesh rotting away from bone. A hunger takes over, one that can not be denied, she must abide, As she opens the coffin, she finds herself alone. Sauntering through the airplane's cabin, She makes her way to the front. Entering pilots chambers, her hunger becomes too much. She watches his face as it goes from surprised to horrified, he cries out in fear, telling her stories of his family, how he has kids at home, but all she hears is the voices in her head incessantly repeating, instructing her to eat. The sensation takes over as she tries to fight it but it's too late, She can't help herself, feeling sickened by her actions;
she can't stop. As the plane begins to drop she realizes what she has done, she tries to run but has nowhere to go. While the plane crashes to the ground, she can't help but laugh at the irony. A second chance at life, undead strife,
Yet, Soon to see the afterlife.
© Ray-N-Lawn
The noise was too loud, almost as if someone was using a drill machine in her head. She craned her head to relieve the cramp in her neck. When she couldn't move she realised where she was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane... She bangs on the lid to announce she is not dead. Catching a glimpse of her hand. She is horrified to see Greenish, black and blue Asif bruised, flesh rotting away from bone. A hunger takes over, one that can not be denied, she must abide, As she opens the coffin, she finds herself alone. Sauntering through the airplane's cabin, She makes her way to the front. Entering pilots chambers, her hunger becomes too much. She watches his face as it goes from surprised to horrified, he cries out in fear, telling her stories of his family, how he has kids at home, but all she hears is the voices in her head incessantly repeating, instructing her to eat. The sensation takes over as she tries to fight it but it's too late, She can't help herself, feeling sickened by her actions;
she can't stop. As the plane begins to drop she realizes what she has done, she tries to run but has nowhere to go. While the plane crashes to the ground, she can't help but laugh at the irony. A second chance at life, undead strife,
Yet, Soon to see the afterlife.
© Ray-N-Lawn
