Author's Note: Hey, does anyone remember me posting this a long time a ago, but then deleting it? Anyway, here it is again, better than before! :D
Want to know something cool? This is based off of a dream I had! Characters will be most likely be added, and the rating may change, because it is pretty gory later in the chapters.
None of the characters belong to me, all belong to Andrew Hussie.
Your comments are loved. Enjoy.
Prologue
I looked at everything, so dark to the human eye, but I could see perfectly with my new eyesight I had developed a few months ago, I could see everything as if it were sunlight. Oh how I want that sunlight back, but alas I will never have it… I am already dying, yet I feel so happy, so free! I have never felt so free before in my life!
"Is he okay?"
"Probably not"
I am sure my soul is no longer in my grotesque body I held up within those months, but I felt dead a few days before all of this. This was my entire fault from the beginning, if I hadn't invited those diseased people into my home, and became friends with them, then maybe I would be with my mother now. But do I really regret becoming one of them? No, I never could, this life is the greatest, even though I knew I was dying it was fantastic! I couldn't wish for anything fucking better than this diseased life!
"He's dead, but we all knew that was gonna happen, didn't you see how long it took him to become one of us?"
"But he helped us, I want him back here with me…"
"I know you loved him, more than a friend, but he's not coming back, shorter time change, shorter life..."
I left my body to rot, and I don't give a fuck really, who cares about a twisted up diseased ridden body anyway? Not me, all I was happy with was that my life wasn't as god damned boring as before, though I do miss my mother…If I could go back I wouldn't, but I would a little…
"He's rotting very slowly, see his flesh, it looks like it's evaporating into the air"
"Smells like human flesh! I want a taste!"
"No! He has helped us, you will leave him be! Leave his body to rot on its own, and leave his bones to turn to dust by themselves, and then we will take him, and let him out in the lake"
"Fine"
Wow, my vision just stopped working on me…Everything's black, but I also can't hear now so why should I really care about my vision being gone? Funny when you really start to stop caring how much easier it all is...I bet it was all easy for my father too.
"I think he is gone, grab me a broom and dust pan, then please get me a jar"
Everything's empty now, I feel gone and no longer anywhere. What happens to people with this disease anyway? I doubt anyone really knows, with it, all we do is live, and become horrible grotesque creatures hunting for flesh to eat. But for me, not anymore, I'm dead, and I don't have to deal with all the fantasies my mind has decided to fucking make up.
"Good, now hurry and open the door, we must leave as soon as possible, all of you hurry!"
It's getting hard to do anything now…my breathing is gone…is this…what it means to die…? Is this what it feels like….? If it is…then…I am…happy…to…die…