A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read my fan fictions!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own FoHAT... Of course.
I remember. Getting bit, feeling the tiny pinprick on my ankle. Seeing, feeling the pain as I turned. The horror in her beautiful eyes. I still watch her, wonder if she sees me, wonder if she worries about me. I'm an Unconsecrated now.
I live with them. The ones that I used to watch from the other side of the link fence. I get them now. We pull on the fence to get to the houses. To get back to our memories, to remember what it was like to be a normal human. But they stop us. We try to get to our memories so that we can Turn Back. We try our best not to kill them, because, if we do kill them, and they turn, we have no way of Returning. The murder of a person we knew corrupts us and even when we get to our house, we will not Return. The Normals do not know this, they think that we are out for their blood. We are just trying to become one of them. Normal.
We can talk to each other. Moans most of the time, but when you first Turn, you scream. Moans are the same thing as talking, we are so used to it. We retain our memories of our lives, and most of Us just sit on the ground and relive them over and over again, reveling in the time when we were allowed to be inside. We have made our own village, in the woods. But it's not the same. Our fingers are too jerky or too limp to make anything of use, so we abandoned them. Sometimes I think of when I was terrified of the Unconsecrated. Now that I think of it, we never really did have a reason to be afraid. But I can only speak my words in moans, and they chase Us away with spears and swords.
I see her everyday. My wonderful daughter, who now walks alongside with me. When the walls were breached, we all shuffled to get there, eager to be released from the stupor. We would try to get into our homes, to get our most prized possession to Return ourselves. most of the time we have to fight to get there, the animal infecting us, and we attack them. Then we cannot Return, and we are half horrified and happy. The animal is happy to have taken another life and made it one of Us, but the human part of us if terrified. Terrified of what we are, what we did. When the animal takes everyone in a village, then we have no hope of Returning. We lose faith. We succumb to the infection and become a monster.
Forgive me for my horrible typing. My fingers are not what they were, long and slender turned into chunky blocks that have almost no use. the fingertips have hooked back. My hands have no use now. Only for pulling at the fence.
A/N: I hope you liked it! It was from an Unconsecrated's point of view, It took me a lot of time to think of it... Please review!