Shut up! Please, please Lord; make these voices go away. I can’t take it; I have no children, yet this boy keeps screaming in my ear. I can feel him breathe on me as I sleep. His eyes, God, his eyes stare through me. And the shrieks, they are deafening. Please help someone, anyone, HELP!!!!!!!!!!
Since I can’t sleep anyway, I figured I would post something on here that I found while unpacking a box from the old apartment. This account is another fight for survival. I have no idea what happened to these people, or where I came across this account, but I can only hope that they made it.
I think we’re safe at last. I’m not sure for how long, but at least for the moment it seems like we have escaped these things. I wanted to say people, but they don’t seem human. I have no idea what we are up against out there or what to do. Hell, I can’t believe any of this is real.
At least we have found this house. Something with the sanctity of this place soothes me, drowning the ghastly visions of what I encountered from my mind. Although this house is dark, I am not frightened by anything inside. What is outside is different though. I can’t believe what is happening, the way that woman was defiled by those beasts was like nothing I have ever seen. I remember the anguish in her eyes as she fell, her bloodied corpse invigorating their every move, that and her brains. Why did they go for the brains?
What are the vile demons that hunt us, what do they want? They really can’t be hunting us down for our flesh, can they? I don’t know anything anymore. Hell, I don’t even know if there are any more survivors out there. It can’t be, somewhere, someone else must be alive. We can’t be the only ones left. I can’t get it out of my mind, what could have caused the horrific events I am witnessing? Who would want to create these maggot infested fiends? Whoever it is, I hope they are happy with themselves. What am I saying? This is insanity. I must be dreaming. This has to be a nightmare.
I am growing tired as the hands on the clock grow weary. We can only last a little longer by ourselves; our ammunition disappears with every shot. I have to hurry and board the windows. I can hear them in the distance; their moans pierce the stillness of our surroundings. Shit, only eight bullets remain, I hope I can find another way to stop them. Hopefully, I can find it soon.
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