Chapter 3
Night came quicker than expected. I'd decided on spending the night in the catacombs beneath a chapel- I know what you're thinking, dead vampires are trying to kill you yet you still decide to spend the night among a whole bunch of other dead guys. The truth is that fortunately for me, these guys down here don't put up much of an argument, city laws made it illegal to bury people down in basements like this, not sanitary, I guess. Fortunately for me, that means I have a night with company and not the vampires. I lit a match to light a little candle to see, then leaned against the stone wall, tried making myself as comfortable as possible before whipping out a great, big, bag of salt-water taffies, lucky for me these things stay good for an awfully long time. I'd snagged these at the last gas station I saw- I know a gas station is also probably not the best place to buy anything eatable but it's not like there's anyone around to restock the grocery stores, food picked up at the gas station keeps sounding better and better. I tore the bag open, glanced around the room.
"Taffy, anyone?" I asked in my solitude. The skeletons said nothing with their skulls staring back at me blankly.
"Guess not…" I answered myself, "All the better then, more for me!" I imagined the skulls watching enviously.
"Well, you missed out! I offered and you didn't say anything so it's mine now- too bad for you," I told the envious skeleton. The other skeleton snickered.
"Yeah, I know, right?" I grinned too. "You actually have an excuse for why you don't like taffy, right?" I, with a mouth glued with taffy, asked the snickering skeleton. "You're a diabetic, gotta watch them sugars!" I laughed.
My laughing died out leaving me in silence and the dark with nothing more than a candle light. I tried to take a deep breath. Before I knew what happened, tears were streaming across my face. I sobbed silently unable to help myself.
I began praying, simple prayers over and over again until I no longer remembered the meanings of the words I repeated time and time again. Something tells me the loneliness hurts more than just about anything else I've been faced with. Bites are bearable along with scars and punctures, but loneliness sticks to the soul, beating your spirits like a punching bag, striking where you're at your weakest.
How long had I been alone? Too long. My family is all gone by now, friends disappeared even before that. There are no survivors, just more vampires, and then in the midst of all this, there is that one group caught in the gray area, that one lonely group with a total population of one. How miserable.
I stashed my salt-water taffy away in my knapsack figuring I'd save it for later when I actually do have an appetite again. It was getting late. With my hiding spot secure, I rested my head on my knapsack and dabbed my throat with holy water like it was fine Chanel perfume. They way it worked, it just may have well been.
I didn't say goodnight to my acquaintances simply because they were dead. I couldn't let myself sink that low that I'd have to make up my own imaginary buddies just to get through the night to cope with the solitude. They were dead, all I could do was pray I wouldn't be joining them anytime soon. I said another quick prayer and let myself doze off.
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