I can feed her

Got to get that candy

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I Love You So Much

It's Scary

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Centuries ago, they had been humans. Humans that suffered from the sin of being in power at the time. Unstoppable with the power of a jewel and a sword that could bring down even the most powerful demon. It was that power that lesser men feared and so, the Emperor had decided to send his son some distance away - with that jewel and with that sword until the unrest died down. What he couldn't know at the time was that he was betrayed by members of his council. Those traitors ambushed his young son and his grandmother. Sinking their ship and taking the sword, the jewel for themselves. The Emperor has grieved - oh how he grieved - not only for his son and mother but the lost treasures as well. The bodies were never recovered. Lost to the ocean - - or so he thought.

In reality, his son and the Dowager Empress had indeed made it to shore. Taken by those traitors who laughed as they took them into a cave some distance into the mountains and murdered them in cold blood. A demon had been with them. A foul, evil beast who plucked the jewel from their hands before cursing them with a dark chuckle and wicked smile. As the centuries passed, mudslides and earthquakes had sealed those bodies and their souls inside that cave - - until now.

Now they were free. Free and full of rage. Insane from such lengths of solitude. A few centuries after their demise, some unexpected travelers had stumbled upon their figurative prison. They joined them in death. The curse still as powerful as ever despite the passage of time. Now the disembodied souls numbered six and they were all filled with rage over the inhumanity of it all.

They would be punished. Everyone would be punished for turning a blind eye. For the wrongs committed against him. All of humanity written off for the actions of a select few. Once freed, they exacted their revenge. Newly found powers allowed the souls to control the corpses after their souls departed from the bloodied bodies. An army at their disposal.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT," the young man their army was pursuing continued to scream as he raced down the small incline towards a better illuminated area, "SHIT! FUCK!"

It was pointless to run. The young man was almost in their grasp and soon he too would join their army of the undead. Those bodies were cold. So cold. The life that had dwelt within them long gone. The putrid odor and swarms of black flies converging on those corpses in mass. Wounds inflicted in life already crawled with young maggots. Nothing prevented the insects insatiable craving for rotting dead flesh.

As the young man ran for his life, he could hear the eerie sound of heaving limbs pounding irregularly from behind him. Every once in a while would come a cracking noise like bones buckling under pressure. Despite the chilly air, sweat drenched his thin costume as he desperately tried to get to safety. To escape the things chasing him. To stop would mean certain death.

Glancing over his shoulder, his heart skipped a beat. The closest zombie-like create was missing one ear and both it's lips had been bitten off, perhaps that was it's death-kiss from whomever it had been that turned had turned him into one of the undead. One hand had been mangled and his right bicep was chewed away exposing the white humerus beneath. Huge chunks of hair were missing and as the thing drew each rattling breath he made a low growling moan that chilled the young man's blood. He sincerely regretted looking back. It would have been easier to keep his eyes looking forward. Looking back had only escalated his terror.

"Shit," he panted as he barreled ahead. His feet slipped outwards on the wet autumn leaves as he round the corner at the bottom of the hill to head towards the train station, the cold evening air shocking his throat and lungs as he inhaled deeper, faster. With each footfall a jarring pain shot ankle to knee, ankle to knee. If he failed, the damage would be greater than just a temporary sore joint.

"Please kami, let me live," he cried breathlessly as tears began streaming down his face and he threw himself forward with greater abandon. The air seemed to grow thinner around him in his panic. Each breath becoming harder and harder and harder with each step. Being chased was nothing like the movies. The stars look heroic, sexy and in command of the situation. Reality was far removed from that pretty version of running to save your skin. Before he knew he'd subconsciously made the decision to scream, his screams renting the air with such desperation it only served to increase the terror coursing through his veins.

He kept running but he knew his time was up when he saw one of the thing's charging at him from the side. He tried to jump out of the way but it was too late. The metro station just up ahead. Taunting him with its proximity. A skeletal hand made painful contact with his arm as he continued his efforts to escape. Mere footsteps from the station. Crossing over the threshold - officially out of places to run - the young man clenched his eyes shut in anticipation of death coming as surely as the sun rising over the horizon. One hand gripping his injured arm as he tensed for the pain he was sure was coming. One second passed. Two. Three. He dared open his eyes and was shocked to see the dozens of undead standing at the edge. Their empty yellowing eyes staring blankly ahead at the well illuminated station. As it on cue, an empty train entered the station and his feet moved on their own accord. As the doors slid shut, the magnitude of the events finally hit him and he collapsed onto the grimy floor and stared blankly at the metallic ceiling. Silently making a vow never to ride his bike anywhere ever again.