User:Callmeqwerty

Day 439

My name is Felix Fallento, and it has been about 400 days since hell itself came from the depths below and ravaged the world of the living. It was on February 13... I think, that it happened.

I was visiting my cousins, and we met in a town called "Lavens." It all seems so weird to me, that we used to be so blind, so protected, so plentiful. We used to shop and play without care. Anyways we rented out a hotel, on the edge of the city, where to sections of the highway met together. We rented two rooms, and we drank, and sang, and danced.

Drunk and exhausted, I stumbled out into the hallway and lit up a cigarette. My sister, who was 5 years younger than me at the time, walked up up to me with a sort of smirk/smile on her face. "Too much fun for you to handle?" She presented.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, my ears were blasted out of my head. I lost track of up and down, my body was screaming in pain. Blood covered my eyes and I couldn't see or hear. I blacked out...

I wish I died back there in that god forsaken building, but once I opened my eyes, I was brought into hell itself.

Now the dead walk the earth, the roam this world with that god awful stench. It is a stench that can only be described of death itself. I have never gotten used to this smell and I never will until I die myself. Maybe then I will be free of this nightmare...

They rot in the sunlight, you can never get rid of them, they kill and they feast on the living. Out here, it's kill or be killed, or be killed, and kill.

I had two other men with me, in done sort of a group if you can call it that. But, one night I was awoken by the faint sound of talking. I carefully crept up to the center of the house where they were. Putting my face against the cold wall, I listened. I almost lost myself then an there. They we're plotting to kill me! Stab me in the back while I sleep! They had agreed there was not enough food when I had brought them here in the first place for they were lost!

So, I had to do it, right? I mean I was better than them. I was the good one, they were rotten, lying, killing monsters. Just like the scum that walks the earth now... I pulled out my revolver, and I shot them, right in the forehead... As the blood splattered Against the wall, I lost it. Out cane my stomach, over and over repeatedly... I couldn't stop because I had never killed a living thing. It was different against the demons for they were dead. I had killed hundreds and hundreds, but never a human.

At night time these days, I lay my hand over my heart feeling it beat life into my veins. It comforts me at night, that at least one thing isn't a cold, dead, demon. After hours of feeling my strong heart, I could usually fall asleep.

I once read a book and It said that every person, religious or not had something to turn to. Kind of like something to comfort them like a god or a friend. There is no chance that any god exists... Maybe through the millions dead? Or the millions dead tomorrow? All of my family and friends are dead. I don't know why I live.

I can no longer get out of my house because the dead are too many, they break down the walls and tear down the windows. I can't get out, they are coming. I cannot sleep, my eyes have lead dragging them down. Is it selfish for me to escape this horror the cowardly way? I do not care anymore...

I only have one bullet left in my revolver...

That bullet feels ever so promising, I will never be one of them, never. I am sorry that I do not have he strength to live.

Dear God in heaven, give me the courage to die...

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