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A Death
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The virus spread far and wide, eliminating everything that stood in its way. Symptoms were severe and no one was able to survive after a few days.
It was just death. Everywhere.
Blood dribbling down pale lips, sunken eyes with dark bags. There was despair in those eyes, dark pools of agony. Bloodshot eyes with crust lining the lashes.
It was hard to look at them, to look how far they've fallen.
There was no cure. Only swift death was the only mercy offered here.
Many had died but others were still sick.
Dying people.
I clutched my gun more tightly, gritting my teeth as my team and I stared out into the ghost town.
Memories kept piling on. But one thing stood clear. No speaking.
Speaking meant attracted unwanted attention. Speaking meant death.
The town was barely standing, marks of dried blood scattered across the wooden wall.
We separated.
We explored, in hopes of finding a survivor.
Masks decorated our faces, weapons dangling at our hips. Expressions of sadness and dread accompanied us, our faces drawn.
Our eyes were shut to the horrors. We saw, but we didn't notice. We heard, but we didn't care.
It was a battle for survival.
And all off a sudden, I was alone.
In a town of nightmares and curses.
Nobody was next to me and I reached into empty air, my throat parching, my eyes watering.
My mask was ripped open unseen and I gasped, air flowing in.
Stale air caked with sicknesses.
I opened my shut eyes. They were watering, drops of red falling. My hair was falling out, clumps of empty pockets in my scalp.
Rashes were broken out among my body and I tried to breathe,breathe,breathe.
But I couldn't, blood vomiting from my throat.
I was dying, my brain halting function.
"No," the word seemed foreign to me.
I had been in a dream. No one was alive. Everyone was dead. And I was, too.
Touching my dry lips, I laughed. Everything was a lie. An illusion. It was nothing to me. I was an experiment, someone to be rid of.
I continued laughing, determined for my last moments to be of clear clarity, as my eyes slowly glazed over and the only thing you could see what a white room scratched with bloody nails and a slumped body with a smile on her lips.
© Andri
The virus spread far and wide, eliminating everything that stood in its way. Symptoms were severe and no one was able to survive after a few days.
It was just death. Everywhere.
Blood dribbling down pale lips, sunken eyes with dark bags. There was despair in those eyes, dark pools of agony. Bloodshot eyes with crust lining the lashes.
It was hard to look at them, to look how far they've fallen.
There was no cure. Only swift death was the only mercy offered here.
Many had died but others were still sick.
Dying people.
I clutched my gun more tightly, gritting my teeth as my team and I stared out into the ghost town.
Memories kept piling on. But one thing stood clear. No speaking.
Speaking meant attracted unwanted attention. Speaking meant death.
The town was barely standing, marks of dried blood scattered across the wooden wall.
We separated.
We explored, in hopes of finding a survivor.
Masks decorated our faces, weapons dangling at our hips. Expressions of sadness and dread accompanied us, our faces drawn.
Our eyes were shut to the horrors. We saw, but we didn't notice. We heard, but we didn't care.
It was a battle for survival.
And all off a sudden, I was alone.
In a town of nightmares and curses.
Nobody was next to me and I reached into empty air, my throat parching, my eyes watering.
My mask was ripped open unseen and I gasped, air flowing in.
Stale air caked with sicknesses.
I opened my shut eyes. They were watering, drops of red falling. My hair was falling out, clumps of empty pockets in my scalp.
Rashes were broken out among my body and I tried to breathe,breathe,breathe.
But I couldn't, blood vomiting from my throat.
I was dying, my brain halting function.
"No," the word seemed foreign to me.
I had been in a dream. No one was alive. Everyone was dead. And I was, too.
Touching my dry lips, I laughed. Everything was a lie. An illusion. It was nothing to me. I was an experiment, someone to be rid of.
I continued laughing, determined for my last moments to be of clear clarity, as my eyes slowly glazed over and the only thing you could see what a white room scratched with bloody nails and a slumped body with a smile on her lips.
© Andri
