Two months have passed since they led me into this prison. I can safely say that these have been the two longest months of my entire afterlife. I always feel a pair of eyes on me, but I can't always tell where they are. At night, my cell block is deathly silent. I only hear the groans of one of my kind every once in a while. Since I'm quite accustomed to hoarde travel, I can't tell for certain whether the silence is wrapping around me like a soft blanket of comfort, or if I am being submerged in an icy void. Feelings are particularly difficult at times, and when you have no control over the creases and stretch of the skin on your face, you could almost forget the difference between what it feels like to laugh, as opposed to what it feels like to cry. For all I know, I could be doing both. My body is empty, and not only due to the lack of healthy flesh.
The slam that rings out today, like every other day, rings out painfully loud, but no louder than usual. Carl appears from around the corner with a ring of keys jingling at his side. Stupid kid. I'm sure I've heard Rick tell him at least fifteen times not to get near me. Yes, I count. What more can I do?
Carl has a large bag slung over his shoulder, and he walks toward my cell. I wonder how he isn't gagging at this stench I've created. A room full of the breath of a rotting mouth can't be pleasent. All I feel that I can do is charge at the metal bars, and that is what I do. Pointless.
Carl takes a strange mass from the bag he's been carrying. It looks filthy, but I can still tell by the few hairs that remained free from the mat covering it, that it was once living. Perhaps it was a cat?
He throws it into my cell, through the bars. Thank god he didn't unlock that door. I would have been on him in a second, and it would instantly be so that my daily meal would be far larger than a scrawny dead cat.
Hi there! It's the Pheebs! I would like to apologize for updating this so late, but school has really been dumping a ton of work on me lately. I wrote this mini-chapter to get my creativity going after a lot of writer's block, so tell me what you think! I love feedback, so please do not be shy. I promise to start pulling my weight, and updating regularly so that I can avoid ruts like this in the future. Love you!
~Sketchypheebs