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Random dream.Black tendrils threatened to pull him under, they clawed at his vision and made it hard to think. He’d done his job, but would he be forgiven? He didn’t know. It was beyond his knowledge weather of not those infected would ever be free of what and where they were. He must finish this email… it was … important.
He struggled to remember the words as the monsters outside tried to get into the room. He’d been through too much. Much too much for man to have endured.
Ravenous wolves, giant tunneling worms… the Infected themselves…?
He was exhausted… and he was suffering…
Victor was his only hope. He pressed the send button as the beasts broke the door at last. He didn’t even fight them as one game forward and raised the Maglite as if to strike him.
He fell to his knees as if struck; he began coughing, sputtering and gagging on the blood that was clogging his throat. With that spirit in his mind gone, he cou
I am ... Daniel.Chapter one-
He ran through the halls as fast as he could, not daring to use the precious laudanum that he had tucked in his deep panic pockets. He had to try and calm the frantic beating of his heart another way, as he could not light his lantern either, lest the ghastly creatures that stalk these halls find him again. He had had too many close encounters with those beasts as it was, never truly getting a good look at the monsters, nor did he want to.
He turned a corner expecting to see one of the servants again, bit it was only an empty dark room. chains hung from the ceiling and large machine cogs lay strune about in the corners. in the center of the room was a large... something. It resembled a candle, but also a human hand, or something approximating that.
as he approached the strange thing it suddenly flared into life, a great fire springing up on it as a scream rent the still damn air of this cellar.
His head flew every which way in a violent seizure
then all movement stopped...
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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