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Barely two days, and the monsters feel like ancient lore carved into the city's cracks. This ain't living, it's surviving in a world bled dry, where minds rot like corpses in the sun. These freaks, they ain't just a plague, they're the executioners. Stole a kid's laugh, replaced it with a gurgling shard in the throat. Makes you wonder what hell they got planned for the rest of us.71Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy6J27Gl6pG
I'm not gonna lie, my trigger finger twitches at every rustle. But you know what keeps me going? Spite. Pure, unadulterated spite. These freaks took everything - my friends, my family, even the damn pigeons. But they ain't taking my will to live. Not while I still got a heartbeat and a rusty pipe in my hand.71Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnYPAQtSkfD
Lost count of the freaks I've put down. No end in sight either, not for weeks or months from now. Still ain't seen another soul. Makes you wonder if I'm the last one left standing.
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I find myself in the city square after what felt like forever wandering through these streets, the smell of rotting bodies making me damn near vomit. At the very least, there's a television through the glass of an old shop, looking better than most other things I seen lately. The television is still on, it looked like it was the lone survivor of a hurricane, since all the other ones were almost completely broke.71Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx6jhWy3Uev
The news came in, rambling about the shit going on like I didn't already know. People going crazy, people killing other people and they ain't sure why. Yeah, Mr. News Man, that makes two of us. Good job stating the obvious, Sherlock! No point in me sticking around any longer now.71Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz2Lkm6WjR1
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I keep walking, hungry as all hell and not a single place worth going in to find something. This is a whole city, and there ain't nothing to show for it, it's only been a couple days! Where's all the grocery stores?! Steakhouses?! Any damn thing! It's like they all disappeared with all the sane folks. Then, bam! Soon as I round a corner there's another one of those twisted bastards, a mockery of humanity. It's doing something that makes my blood run cold, something I wish to the Lord I could unsee, its tongue is wrapping around someone's body, cutting their skin like a saw while they make a terrifying siren noise so loud it could drill through bone, let alone eardrums.71Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkKB9QDDR9Y
It faces me, demanding me that I give it all I have. Does it mistake me for some dumb kid? It lunges at me, with unholy speed and its blade of a tongue ready to wrap me in it. I meet its fury head-on, every instinct in me screaming to survive. My pipe makes contact with its head, smacking it down to the ground. It pleads and cries, but that's only 'cause it's down. Its voice drives me insane, it makes me feral and crazy deep within, I hate it with all of my soul. Silence it. Make it stop. SHUT THE HELL UP! The silence is bliss, music to my ears, and the pieces of its brain becoming one with the concrete is a perfect piece of art to complement it.71Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg2dbMUMfEB
I guess I don't deserve it though, since more of the fuckers surround me on all sides, screaming at me to drop my weapon. Honestly, I couldn't have held it tighter. I won't make it out of this, but hell if I can at least kill one of the things, then I'll---71Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyXckdYMlf5
