Wax Zombie
03-22-2009, 06:58 PM
When I woke up it was dark, my eyes were covered with bugs. I couldn’t see everything. I feel flies clawing into my skin, my skin turns into a rotten corpse. All my life were gone, my heart stopped like a dead drum. I need to get out of here. I feel fear and frighten that I need to go somewhere. I need food, human flesh food were I can eat all the blood and guts. I can’t smell, I can’t see. I feel my head bleeding down to my knee. I feel dirt and wood. I wish I would get out of here, only if I could dig my way out of here. I wont give up, never give up. I most be strong to used my rotten fingers to break this wood where I am laying on. I break, and I break this living piece of coffin. I pull myself outside of this dirt and I become this....
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