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Jul. 7th, 2014 03:06 amHe was starting to think that the zoms would have been a better option than this.
The room was bare concrete, just a sleeping bag in one corner that didn't stop the cold from seeping through. No window, just pitch blackness. Or maybe he'd gone blind. Every movement seemed loud, falling into the blackness, the only thing that reminded him that he was still alive.
Probably still alive. Maybe this was hell. Alone for eternity.
He'd tried talking to himself. That was what he was good at right? Talking. Lying. But even that had stopped when he'd started to hear replies.
Sometimes they sounded like Jenny, or Sam. Mostly they sounded like his nan. This was what he deserved, monstrous boy, his punishment for existing.
The room was bare concrete, just a sleeping bag in one corner that didn't stop the cold from seeping through. No window, just pitch blackness. Or maybe he'd gone blind. Every movement seemed loud, falling into the blackness, the only thing that reminded him that he was still alive.
Probably still alive. Maybe this was hell. Alone for eternity.
He'd tried talking to himself. That was what he was good at right? Talking. Lying. But even that had stopped when he'd started to hear replies.
Sometimes they sounded like Jenny, or Sam. Mostly they sounded like his nan. This was what he deserved, monstrous boy, his punishment for existing.
