Ravage

They rip apart our families…

They tear open our hearts…

They unleash our inner fear…

Progressing slowly through the streets,

Groaning loudly and smelling of rotting flesh,

Dripping blood and gore where they walk,

Leaving a path of decay,

I won’t let them get me. I won’t be weak.

I shall be strong in this time of struggle.

I must suffer, to survive.

I can’t go on like this.

I can’t…

I mustn’t…

I won’t…

I will survive,

I will push forward.

I will make it out alive,

one way or another…

I will escape.

Death At Daybreak

The walls seemed as if they were closing in on me. It had to be around 2 a.m. when I heard more screams of terror. Every day, every second of living with the threat of those monsters killing me, my friends, and my family makes me want to just find a way out. But I cant get out of Syracuse alone. My friends were killed, I am forced to be locked in a shack in some random yard, trying not to make any noticeable signs of activity. The thoughts can’t escape my mind, watching my friends, being torn apart by those horrid creatures, I was useless, there was nothing I could do. I had to run. If I even tried saving them I might as well have dug a hole and buried myself in it. I couldn’t bare to let them be killed but I had no other choice, it was to late to try and help them now.

All I have now is a shotgun, with not much ammunition left, a watch, to tell me what time it is, the clothes on my back, and the memories in my mind.

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