I stop to examine the gore of a mangled body. I don't know why. I've seen it so many times before. Underneath I see the screaming face of a child. I drop to my knees and dry heave until my stomach burns, even though there is nothing in my stomach to come up. There hasn't been for days. I swipe a strand of pink hair behind my ear.
My friend, Hinata, rushes over to check on me. I tell her I'm fine after instinctively wipe my mouth. There nothing to wipe, not even tears for pity of the dead.
We live in the destroyed world that used to be called Konoha. A disease known as exmortia recently came into existence after being released from hell by some foolish unknown mortal. Exmortia is a race of demons that live as parasites, that's why we call it a disease.
Killing is its passion. Feeding from the pain of slowly tortured and killed victims it leaves no one alive in its' black cloud of never ending sorrow. Hinata taps me worriedly on the shoulder. I look were her bony finger, (God its been like that for so long), is pointing and I see the death cloud coming fast. Damn.
We need to get somewhere fast. If not we are dead. I see an old clunker car by a house and from my old life in the streets, I know how to hotwire panicking more than usual, why is that?? I slam my hand against the wheel in frustration. Damnit!! It's too old and wasted to be used. Crap crap crap! Think!
I see a small cellar window hidden protectively by a thick wooden branch with rotting leaves. Perfect. I shove my small framed friend into the hole and push my own bony figure beside her. Covering ourselves hastily, it's not long before we are engulfed in total pitch dark blackness. The smell of death and rotting, moldy decay has filled our nostrils forcing acid bile into our throats. Screams of the past fill my mind and im sure they fill hers too. Please God, just one more chance....Exmortia has come.