There is no sound anymore.
The only thing you can hear as you walk through the deserted streets is the quiet whisper of wind through the trees and your own footsteps. You're all alone now, everyone single one of your friends and family are dead.
There is no one left.
You're the only surviving human being. The others were dead within moments, the zombies quickly overwhelming your small group. You can still hear their pained shrieks filling your ears as you watched from the safety of a nearby pine tree. You let them die. It's all your fault, and you know it. You saw the walkers coming, but you said nothing. Too scared, too pitiful to come down from your hiding spot.
There is no escape from that tiny voice in your head.
It nags at you all day, and when you wake up screaming from the nightmares, it's there then as well. It's a constant reminder that you're just a fuck up, a failure, and you simply let everyone die.
You can hear it right now.
"Nice job, you piece of shit." It says."Now you have only yourself."
...
"Kill yourself."
You frown and shake your head. This isn't something new, you hear it all the time. It hurts and its terrible, but you're used to it. But these days you're actually consider it.
"Just do it."
You glance down at the gun in your hand. It's an army-grade pistol, and you only have three rounds left since the last time you were attacked. You could do it, right now, and stop the voices and the constant agony. Halting your steps, you heft the weight of the gun in your hand and purse your lips. "What an easy escape," You think to yourself. "I could just end it now."
"So why don't you?" It asks quietly, a low hiss in your head.
...
"Because I'm scared."
You think this, and after a moment you close your eyes, slowly,because you know it's true.
"Get over yourself and just do. It."
You tell the voice to shut up and throw the pistol away from you, and the sound-dear Lord, the sound-resonates off the walls and you shiver, it's the only thing you've heard (truly heard) in over three months. You run over and pick it up, considering firing off a shot, just for the noise.
BANG!
You take a deep breath and moan, and remember a phrase from when the internet still worked.
Eargasm.
Its the only way to describe it,the sheer joy and pleasure of hearing any external noises.
And you need more.
You fire off the second shot, and you really shouldn't be wasting your ammunition like this, but who cares? Certainly not you. There's only one bullet left in the chamber and you look at the gun seriously, contemplating if you want to save it or just use it now.
"Now."It hisses.
"Now?" you murmur wondrously.
"Yessss."
You raise the gun to your temple, and savor the last thing you hear.
Glorious, wonderful noise.
