Prologue; Goodbye
Darkness, you cannot see your own hand in front of you because of the darkness. An eternal black, not a ray of light breaks through. A stench reaches your nose, an awful and strong smell; the smell of long rotted flesh. There is silence ringing in your ears and the air you breathe is dry and stick-warm on your tongue and in your throat, but you can do nothing except wait.
You're cold, but there is nothing to warm you, so you stand as you are, scarcely daring to breathe, fearing whatever might be out there will hear you. Welcome to the home of the dead. You're not alone, but you don't know who's with you.
Suddenly a heartbeat breaks the piercing silence. Your own pulse exceeds its normal rate as you whip around, searching for the body. Footsteps are drawing closer, dragging and weak, but they soon quicken and you try to run, but what if you run to it instead of away? Do you risk death? But perhaps they're on your side; do you really want to find out?
The heartbeat is heard clearly now, the steps coming closer. You smell fresh blood, and suddenly, you know that whatever it is, it is not going to help you. You break down, not able to take it any longer and begin sobbing, falling to your knees. Then it takes place in a split-second, striking swiftly and without mercy. You see a flash of fangs, feel a sharp pain, then you are dead.
Darkness, you cannot see your own hand in front of you because of the darkness. An eternal black, not a ray of light breaks through. A stench reaches your nose, an awful and strong smell; the smell of long rotted flesh. There is silence ringing in your ears and the air you breathe is dry and stick-warm on your tongue and in your throat, but you can do nothing except wait.
You're cold, but there is nothing to warm you, so you stand as you are, scarcely daring to breathe, fearing whatever might be out there will hear you. Welcome to the home of the dead. You're not alone, but you don't know who's with you.
Suddenly a heartbeat breaks the piercing silence. Your own pulse exceeds its normal rate as you whip around, searching for the body. Footsteps are drawing closer, dragging and weak, but they soon quicken and you try to run, but what if you run to it instead of away? Do you risk death? But perhaps they're on your side; do you really want to find out?
The heartbeat is heard clearly now, the steps coming closer. You smell fresh blood, and suddenly, you know that whatever it is, it is not going to help you. You break down, not able to take it any longer and begin sobbing, falling to your knees. Then it takes place in a split-second, striking swiftly and without mercy. You see a flash of fangs, feel a sharp pain, then you are dead.