Title:Who Would Have Thought
Parents always talk that shit when you're a kid,saying that, "The world revolves around you and only you,and that the world is pink,purple,and blue or whatever color you want it to be." Well they are world is black and fucking dull its not and zombies have taken over the world,and there's not really a damn thing that we can actually are probally going to die,and if we are I am not going down without a fight,because I for one refuse to be part of the food chain without fighting back.
It is currently raining,and the sky haves this sad aura to weather pretty much reflects my emotional turmoil everytime I come here.I am currently,laying down inside of the mosoleum where my friends are friends died five years died two years after we came back from their birthday we were on our way back from the party,we all heared the towns sirens go off,and we knew from that day forward,it was going to be hell on they disappered and I was deeply turned weeks,weeks to months,and months to when I gave up looking for them.I believed that they were dead and that I wasn't strong enough to save I made a masoleum and I put some of their clothings into the masoleums,and gave them each a plaque,so that I could recognize their graves.
Hours later I'm finish paying my respects here at the cemetery.I do indeed miss my friends dearly,and I'm not trying to sound cruel here,but it's survival of the fittest,and the weak must either adapt or be I walk out the masoleum's door,I can't help but feel a couple of tears trickle down my face,because they were so young,and I figured out that it's everyday is not I get my emotions under control,I wipe the tears off my face.I reach into my pocket with my left hand and pull out a X-Acto knife.I grab it by the blade,so that it can cut my skin,while it also get coated with my crimson red blood,and I swing my knife upwards,and when I hear a satisfying groan,I know that the zombie who was following me is now dead.I see its decapitated head on the ground and I drop a heavy cinderblock on I hear it pop satisfyingly,a smirk grows on my face and I laugh eerily.
I kiss the knife on its blade,and I gently lick it clean of the remaining blood(which is now a purplish red) so that I can put it back into my pocket without getting my leg dirty and sticky.
