Waste
I’ve Created A Monster In Me
It’s been 9 long years of this monster coming out of me and giving me the killing ability to be so brutal to the dead. Ever since I was forced to kill my suffering mother, the monster inside of me creeped out with each Stray or Pack that got in our way. I take no mercy on the dead that walks the earth anymore. I mean what’s the point? All these…things are rotting and dead flesh. Who the hell is going to care that I be a little bit more brutal than anything anyone has ever seen. To beat the dead, you’ve got to think and be as brutal as them. Felicity gets scared by the new me but this is something she’s just going to have to live with for a very long time. The fences we put up has helped a lot and we’ve only had to repair it 3 times. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of putting up a fence around the perimeter at the other house.
I guess I didn’t think of it at the time but the mistakes of the past can make you think better in the future. I get up from my spot next to the window and go into the kitchen and grab a cup out of the cabinet before filling it with the black caffeine before heading back over to my spot at the window. I took a drink of the liquid and sat it down on the table next to me. I kept my eyes sharp to anything that might come this way but it’s been quiet for the past week and a half. There’s really nothing coming by in the middle of summer. Usually the streets would be crawling with Strays or at least a Pack of the dead but there’s been nothing. It kind of makes me paranoid in a way. It’s like they’re planning on doing something and I just don’t know if it’s my mind fucking with me or if it’s actually real and going to happen. I pulled my shotgun closer to my chest as I grabbed the binoculars and looked around the view of the beach.
The waves were crashing against the shore just like they always did this time of year. I set the binoculars back down on the table and brought the CB radio into my lap and turned it on and sent out several radio calls. No one was answering and I was starting to believe this small group of people are the only ones left in the world but I know Felicity thinks there are other people out there that need help but maybe don’t have a CB radio like we do or are just too scared to respond. Who actually knows if there are people out there still? They could be all dead and walking the earth somewhere.
I guess I didn’t think of it at the time but the mistakes of the past can make you think better in the future. I get up from my spot next to the window and go into the kitchen and grab a cup out of the cabinet before filling it with the black caffeine before heading back over to my spot at the window. I took a drink of the liquid and sat it down on the table next to me. I kept my eyes sharp to anything that might come this way but it’s been quiet for the past week and a half. There’s really nothing coming by in the middle of summer. Usually the streets would be crawling with Strays or at least a Pack of the dead but there’s been nothing. It kind of makes me paranoid in a way. It’s like they’re planning on doing something and I just don’t know if it’s my mind fucking with me or if it’s actually real and going to happen. I pulled my shotgun closer to my chest as I grabbed the binoculars and looked around the view of the beach.
The waves were crashing against the shore just like they always did this time of year. I set the binoculars back down on the table and brought the CB radio into my lap and turned it on and sent out several radio calls. No one was answering and I was starting to believe this small group of people are the only ones left in the world but I know Felicity thinks there are other people out there that need help but maybe don’t have a CB radio like we do or are just too scared to respond. Who actually knows if there are people out there still? They could be all dead and walking the earth somewhere.
3/9/13