Blood.
It was everywhere. On the walls, the floors, and even the ceilings. The floors by far the worst with huge puddles of the dark red liquid. The halls seemed to scream terror, so…haunted.
Where had they gone wrong?
It was controllable, they said. It was safe. It was for the best.
It was a new Beginning.
How wrong we were…we were never meant to play, to experiment with things we do not understand.
So easy we thought, so fast, so…so…beautifully fascinating. A fascination that quickly turned to obsession for most until they ate for it, lived for it, worked and dreamed for it… craved it.
The T-virus.
Our work.
Our Doom.
Our Death.
Just a small drabble I thought of :) I actually was intending to make it into a story...but i dont know. What do you guys think? Should i try into making it a story or just leave it like that? Hope you guys enjoyed the reading =D