AN-Hey bleeders I'm back with the very first chapter of my newest story I really hope you like it. Also, for this story it's going to be the prologue and 10 chapters do you think I can do it? It doesn't really matter, but I'm just challenging myself to see if I can write the whole story with such a small amount of chapters. Well I'll stop now and let you read the story hope you enjoy!
Chapter 2 ~ Terminus ~
My first month in Terminus was crazy and hectic after all they had to make room for their new research project. That's what I became and they did tests on me and all kinds of things' to try and figure out why I am the way I am. What I am is dead, but still have human traits and they believe what I am is the start of a new race. The people of Terminus believe if they can get more THINGS like me they can control anyone and everyone. The way they want to gain more of my race though is too horrible for me to do.
The second month of me being in Terminus was worse than the first. After I told them I would not ever consider making more people into a race like me. They were angry and starved me saying they would give me food and water if I went through with their plan. I would never though they are very persistent people, but god damn it! Why won't they understand I'm not going to hurt innocent people just for their own good. I have my own and I'm not going around killing people for it.
The third month had gone by slowly and I felt like I was decaying more and more each day. They still hadn't fed me and my stomach has been protesting about not having food. Whenever I started to feel like I was decaying I was also having this craving feeling. What I was craving was human flesh and I knew I should feel disgusted for craving it, but I never could since every time I did the craving would get stronger. Also, my sanity, from being locked-up in this room they put me in, has been slowly chipping away and I may soon go insane.
The fourth month I finally cracked and gave into their plan on how to create more of me. The plan was for me to feed on them for awhile and then let them come back and see what happens. I always' ate to much of the person to cause it where only the head was left and there was no use in seeing if it was going to be like me. They had me try it on animals too, but I knew from the very beginning of trying it wasn't going to work, but I kept quiet and continued to eat. The people they gave me were always' the ones who were drawled in with the signs they set-up. They would be put into a train cart where Mary would take me to feed on them and that's how I met the survivors of Atlanta.
AAN-I hope you liked it. If you have any ideas please tell me. Well see you bleeders.