To Posses
It was always an interesting fear I had, one that I never thought would come to a reality, like the bogey man or that odd karma that everyone seemed to constantly tell me was going around.
I often wondered why I never got sick, or why I managed to have superb luck for most of my life.
Even though I am still alive, I'd laugh to even fathom the thought to consider this living.
Death is everywhere since the bomb was released in Tokyo. The dead seem to be coming back like in those fearful zombie movies and for some odd reason the symptoms are identical.
A scratch or a bite from them results in hours of torture until you stop breathing, and then you come back.. hungry. Nobody has any idea of how it came to happen or where this disease was released from, all I know that my father went through it, my brother, and Yukito.
I'm all alone and I fear that if I stay alone for much longer i'm going to drive myself crazy.
Heh.. maybe I've already gone insane.
Maybe I'm just making all this up in my head.
Wishful thinking.
The insane never wonder if they're insane.
This is real. This is happening.
I must stay alive long enough to find a way to live in this new world thats slowly being destroyed.
I always thought that the earth would just simply blow up. Or that we'd all die in the same way...
not like this.
But at least maybe this is a warning. Here's your chance. If you survive, maybe I'll let you find a place that was more like the home your use to being in. Maybe I'll let you die peacefully, in your sleep.
Fuck I'm going nuts. It's starting again. The sun is going down, I can hear them moaning and pinching and groping at the walls, hungry for my flesh. Hungry for my life force.. hungry for everything I'm trying to keep.
Greed. I knew it would be the death of me one way or another. Just like it's resulted in the death of them, and now.. it controls them. Like puppets.. ugly, disgusting, rotting puppets.