I was cold damp and dreary, I had one thing on my mind food, but there was none not even a single potato. There was no receiving any ether thanks to that bitch England. Already half my population had immigrated or died. No signs of help. Down the darkened ally way I continued to walk, is this it? Is this what it feels like? Are the feelings I am experiencing those of death? Am I..am I..dying? I slouch down pressing my back weakly against one of the dirtied ally walls. Yep so I guess this is it. Hahaha Its death isn't it? Tears had formed in my eyes though I am too weak for the emotions that come with them, so I gave up and sat there waiting for the moment death would strike.
It taunted me for hours upon hours and didn't bother to make the pain worse. Was it being kind? OR was it giving false hope. Well I couldn't have been so sure, Dose this death have a mind of its own?And if it did could it be sentimental? "Clip..Clop..Clip..Clop..Tip..Tap" I looked to the right weakly in the damp cold of night with my eyes half open and in the distance I catch a glimpse of a shadowed figure. The nearer it seemed to get the weaker I got. Is that it, it certainly doesn't appear to be scary. Wait what is that? Its so hard to see but is that Scotland here to protect me until the bitter end like he said all those years ago? I..I can't...I can't think strait. It didn't matter the pain just answered my question. Quite frankly I didn't care anymore I was to weak, So as the pain struck on I sat back with my back still pressed weakly against the wall. That shadow that I saw had gotten closer but I no longer cared the only thing I had going for me then was death.
So I closed my eyes and waited for death to come and take me.