nightenders-blog: alt!The world had gone to SHIT. The dead had risen, their decaying corpses wandering the empty streets that were once busy with life, but LIFE had ended long ago. A disease had killed the earth, poisoning the brain, possessing the body with an agonizing fever ( a torturous pain ) it’s symptoms would quickly take control, eating away the last bit of life that your brain struggled to keep hold of. DEATH would soon follow, but only the soul would rest. The body, plagued by the disease would waken; arms & legs working as they had before but the brain tainted with malicious workings was no longer that of a human.
Trapped in an endless in between.
Aim locked, eyes focused, the trigger is pulled. There is a bang, followed by a thump as a corpse hits the cement road. He walks quickly, a smirk playing at his lips, his companions follow close behind. Routine.
They walk for a while & it is quiet, something many would relishing, but he knows not to trust; it never stayed quiet for long. Then at the horizon, a silhouette, shuffling softly it’s eyes have not yet spotted him, ONE KIll ( easy ), then as they continue three more silhouettes ( he may need HER help ). He does not run ahead like he would normally for something inside him feels unsure.
Dark eyes watch the horizon, 15, 20, 50, corpses file into view.