HELL IS FULL

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The building stood on peak of the hill like a castle from the dark ages,

and i stood at the bottom. There was a voice in the back of my head

saying "turn around, go back now" but that was no different than any

other day cooking at the convent. After three years of feeding old cranky

nuns any day was a good day to run. but as always i start my long trek

up the hill. Its not unusual for me to pass nuns without speaking, me

and my co worker Jud aint exactly alter boys so we usually keep to

ourselves. its just that theres alot more wandering around than usual

for so early in the morning. oh well, must be some kind of prayer thing.

theare always doing wierd stuff up there, im not catholic so i dont

question it. a jobs a job, right? as i walk into the kitchen i see jud

working at the counter, he beat me to work today so everything was on

and ready to go. "hey jud whats cooking" i say with my shit eating grin.

nothing, not even a chuckle. he must be nursing a hangover. not often

uncommon with jud. as i walk up behind him tieing on my apron i notice

hes making one hell of a bloody mess. and i dont mean the swear word

from england. literaly blood everywhere. must be cuttin up some

meat. "come on jud cheer up, we have a whole day of fun in fro...". My

words froze like the stare gleaming from juds eyes.

Its amazing what the human mind can comprehend and even more

what it cant. the way we rationalize tramatic events is strange. Even as i

watch him fill his mouth with the torn off flesh of the nun mangled

before him the only thing i can think of is that juds a vegetarian.

not, "oh my god juds fucking eating a nun" or "my best friend is not

quite ok", no its that i know he doesnt eat meat, dead or alive.

Reaching down Jud grabs another handful of the old nuns skin. It tears

away as if it were made of taffy, stringing veins and muscle behind a

splash of dark red blood. The blood pours down onto his already stained

chef coat as he crams the withered flesh into his mouth. biteing down he

takes off his own finger but doesnt notice and continues chewing. It

wasnt until i started backing away that his gaze shifted. first down at the

half eaten body, then back up to the non eaten body. It didnt take him

long to decide.

We circled around the kitchen for a bit, i wasnt sure what to do. He

was stumbling pretty slow and i had a broom to keep him at bay. He

looked like someone did to him what he was doing to the nun with small

patches of missing skin, and hes definatly missing his throat. I could see

bloody pieces of the nun's habit sticking out of the hole in his neck. My

head was screaming thousands of word a second, run, hide, Jud, Steph.

Wait! thats it! steph, my wife, ill call steph. She works at 911 shell know

what to do. I menuver jud to the far cooler and pin him to the wall as i

open the door. easing up a bit with the broom i let him move foreward

then push him in. he doesnt try to open it. onlya soft banging from the

inside. still just to be safe i lock it with the pad lock and run to the

phone. picking it up i start dialing 911, i barely had time to hear the busy

signal when a hand grabed a hold of my hair, pulling my head back,

exposing my freshly shaven neck. "But she was dead" was all i could

think as she bit down strait onto my adams apple.

Wierd, being bitten tickles, wait it shouldnt tickle, she has no teeth. It

was Jud victim, or whats left of her. Jud had eaten most her flesh but his

voilent tearing had shredded the mucle underneath exposing bone and

organs. She was the oldest nun up there,Sr. isadore i think. so age had

defended me against death, kinda ironic. Tired of being gummed i

pushed her off of me, spilling some of her insides onto the floor she

slips on her own intestine falling with a loud snap . she must of damaged

something and she couldnt get back up, she just layed there reaching

for me as if she just needed help. soon her attention switched and she

scooped up her entrails from the floor and started gnawing on what i

assume will be her last meal. Not wanting to stop for fear of going into

shock i tear through the kitchen looking for a weapon of sorts, the next

one might have teeth. finding a meat cleaver, the long heavy blade cuts

through just about anything, i walk to the window. swallowing the lump

in my throat my mind shifts to what stands between me and steph.

Fear, danger, pain and what looks to be a horde empty gazed nuns

slowly creeping towards the building.

I hadnt had any time to really reflect on the situation, so as i stood

staring at the lifeless forms shuffle towards the building my mind is

starting to wonder, its starting to think again. What is this, what

happened to Jud and how did all these nuns die. Is it just here or is it

everywhere. If 911 was busy in this small town then something isnt

right. And Steph, is she OK. what if she is one of them. no i cant think

like that. I gotta get it together. Suddenly i hear a noise. The door! i run

to it only to see it completely blocked by habit wearing corpses trying to

claw, smash or force there way in. If only one would stop and think to

pull the door they could all just walk right through. I m not sure they

think though. Its like there just hungry. thats it. no reason no

rationalization, nothing. Jesus jud bit off his own finger and didnt even

flinch. I ran to lock the door while trying to catch a peak out the diamond

shaped window. seeing me must have excited them because the noises

grew louder. one of the taller ones smashed her face against the window

breaking out several teeth and exploding her nose on impact. her blood

soon blocked my view so i back tracked through the kitchen towards the

entrance into the basilica. What was that?... i saw movement in the

pantry across the hall. The light was out so im not sure. no there it is

again. im not gonna let this one sneak up on me. Slowly i creep down

the hallway, meat cleaver raised, towards the creature hiding in the dark

pantry. i move up against the wall beside the door frame and peak

around the corner. Ahh Sr Teresa! after all the shit she gave me over

the years, i think i might enjoy this one. bitch never did like my cooking.

Like i said before its strange how our minds react. Her back is turned to

me so this shouldnt be a problem, i better do it before she notices or

smells or senses me or what ever it is they do. Holding the cleaver above

my head i pause for a second.. then swing down with all my might. It felt

like slow motion as i watched the blade blast into her neck down through

the shoulder almost taking off her arm spraying a shower of warm blood

into my face. As she fell to her knees she let out a gargled cry. she tried

to hold the half severed shoulder back in place as she started thrashing

at me with her legs, screaming at me through a mouth full of spitting

blood.. wait words,,, i thought they dont think. When the realization hit

me as to what i had done it was to late.

My mind was beginning to give in to hystaria.The Image of jud filling

his mouth with Sr. isadores torn flesh were flashing in between visions

of all who i loved becoming this thing, this evil. I could still taste the salty

blood in my mouth as i looked down at the atrocity i had commited. She

lay on the floor in a pool of murky blood, the cleaver still lodged into her

torso. The thrashing had stopped but her eyes stayed focused on my as

she drew her last shallow breaths. "Im surrounded by the walking

fucking dead and the first one i kill was alive." Feeling the tears begin to

swell i franticly try to wipe the still warm blood from my face. "I may of

hated her but i never wanted to kill her". The wipeing only seemed to

smear the blood but at least it was out of my eyes enough to see her

comeing strait at me.


It doesnt take long for them to wake up, i learned this the hard way

as me and the corpse of Sr. Teresa wrestled our way back into the

kitchen crashing through the bakery door and into a large rack of baking

pans. A few pans fell onto us but she seems more concerned with the

meal in front of her. Pushing her off of me she falls onto the large dough

mixer and starts strugling to get back up. I see my opertunity as her

good arm braces angainst the large mixing paddle of the oversized

machine. Without blinking i flip the switch.


There are things you joke about in life that you would never want to

really happen. As the machine kicks on i think back to me and jud,

before all this, how we would joke about getting caught in the mixers.

We used to wonder if it could take off a limb. I get my answer in yet

another bath of blood as the twisting paddle tears her arm clean out of

socket spinning the tangled limb around the large mixing bowl . With

nothing to catch herself except a half severed arm from our previous

engagement her face was next to hit. Apon impact her jaw tore off flying

past my head as the rest of her head became a pulpy mass of broken

skull and twisted flesh. The spinning of the machine sprayed the bakery

walls with a coat of dripping blood when her body finaly jamed the mixer.

I stand there for a second, covered in the gore of the mangled nun. My

body doesnt want to move. Is shock setting in? Shouldnt it be?



O.K so here i am, covered head to toe in blood, I just killed a nun,

twice, apparently the dead are coming back to life and now im gonna die

at fucking work. This day is getting shitty. The thought of how many

times i said that before made me laugh out loud, If i had only known. My

laughing broke me out of my trance. Steph, i gotta get to steph! I walk

into the kitchen, its still clear but the door sounds like its getting weaker.

Looking around i find a larg aluminum meat mallet, "nice" i say out loud

swinging the surpisingly light hammer around. At about two feet long

with points on each side of the head it makes a pretty wicked weapon.

My only hope is to go through the dining room opposite the kitcken,

past that is a long hallway running parallel to the inner court yard, then

out through the cathedral. sounds simple enough. Thats the problem

though, nothing about this day has been simple. Hearing the kitchen

door give way behind me i realize theres no longer a choice. Looking at

the entrance to the depths of the dark menacing convent i notice a

picture of jesus hanging above the doorway with the words "god is love"

printed below it. I had no ideah as i started my journy just how true that

would be.

Closing the kitchen doors behind me to keep the invading hoard

away, i quietly sneek across the hall to the entrance of the massive

dinnig room. The dining area is a huge room with three sets of doors

running down a hallway. all were shut except the first set. Softly walking

to the open door i peek inside. After the inital shock of what i can see

wears off i start to piece together some of the story.

The room looked like a bomb exploded, minus the fire and explosion.

Pieces of nun were mixed with broken glass and spoiling food, The

splatter reeched high up to the ceiling making the walls look like some

freakish bloody pop art painting. You could see the bloody hand prints

where it looks like people were dragged through puddles of dark

coagulated blood only to become a puddle themselves a few feet later.

Other than a few chewed up limbs i realize there are no bodies or walking

bodies for that matter, so either all the bodies were eaten, or all the

bodies got up. Then it hits me, This happened last night at supper, sure

with all the food and broken dishes. It must of happened in here with

the doors shut for the air conditioning. Jesus it must have happened

fast. I think thats why jud had everything turned on and ready when i

got here. He must have walked out here to set up breakfast and opened

the door to the dinning room, unknowning to him it was full of about

sixty hungry sisters just waiting for a snack. after that he must have

found his snack and that when i showed up. I could hear banging coming

from the kitchen, that door wont last long. I try to softly jog accross the

room only to slip on someones something and splash down into a

congealed puddle of blood. Feeling the cold liquid soak into my cloathes i

start to feel sick, "no time for that know" i say between dry heaves. I can

hear the door give way in the kitchen releasing the swarm my way. I race

to get up finding it almost impossible as i slip and fall in the slick blood. I

can hear the hallway filling with there soft lifeless moans. if i dont get to

the hallway before they fill it im dead. meat mallot or not there to many

of them. The first set of doors starts to rattle signaling me where there

at. Moving slowly on my hand and knees i crawl towards the third set of

doors hopeing to beat them to the end of the hallway. How can there be

this much blood? Suddenly a hand shoots from under a near table,

grabbing my wrist. Instictivly i pull back only to pull the creature with me.

As it slides from under the table i see its father Jerry. He was a visiting

preist staying with the nuns for a few weeks. I never spoke to him much,

we only really saw him at meal time. He was a short stout fellow with the

stereotypical thick glasses and combover, only now he looked like

someone tore him in half at the waist, dragging his insides behind. He

had a good grasp on my arm and he was getting close to biteing me and

im pretty sure hes dead already. I raise my mallet and smash it down on

his forehead. The three rows of three spikes crush through his skull

sticking into the sponge like brain inside. I repeat the process until his

head resembles a skillet steak. I get startled as the second set of doors

starts to rattle. "shit!" i yell to myself as i continue my trek across the

floor.

Finally reaching my destination i find it blocked by the remains of what

look like the last of the massacres victim. The ones unfortunate enough

to live till the end. They must have been meals for the others because

there wasnt enough left of them to get back up. During there panic they

must have crushed and pushed each other against the doors to get out

only to block the way with there own injured bodies. You could see

finger nails stuck the claw marks in the door above the pile of red

stained bones. The second set of doors bursts open as more nuns

stumble in, some slipping and falling in the puddles of blood. My only

way out is over the pile. Swallowing hard i step up on to the slippery pile

and make my way to the door. I can feel the snapping of teeth on the

bottom of my shoes. Looking down i see a skull with just enough mucle

left on its face to work its jaw. kicking it away i step up higher and closer

to the door. just as my hand touches the handle it starts shaking

violently. " shit there here already?" i say to myself as i try to keep the

door closed from the invading force. Behind me the nuns were growing

closer, i can feel their eyes on me like a dog staring at a steak. The

shaking becomes more intense untill i can hold it no longer. It slips from

my hand and i close my eyes and wait for death to come from both

sides.



Thinking back i shouldnt have given up so easy, i guess my mind just

stoped. I could feel the first set of cold hands grab on to my ankles. "it

will all be over soon" i wisper to my self as i wait for the pain. All i can

think of is steph and how i let her down, leaving her to fend for herself in

this night mare. Another set of hands grab me from the front by my

shoulders. Keeping my eyes closed i could feel the tug o war start as

they pulled vigorously from both sides like wild animals. From behind i

could hear their anguished moaning as they fought so hard to keep

there meal. The front was different though. It was whining, almost a

frustrated wimpering. All i could think of was curly from the three

stooges. Finally curiosity overcame my fear and i opened my eyes. I

almost laughed when i saw the source of the noises. It was Harold, one

of the dishwashers that the sisters hired through a special workers

program that helps the disabled and mentaly handicaped. At about

seven feet tall and resembling a brick wall you would never expect he has

the mind of a child. "Harold" i yell grabing on to him as more hands grab

my legs trying to pull me into their snapping teeth. "Pull Harold pull!" i

yell as i feel them pulling themselves up my body to softer flesh. With

one giant yank he pulls me free from their grasp landing in the hallway

with me on top of him. "Hiya" he says in his shrill child like

voice, "Somethings wrong brandon, The sister are being mean". his

bottom lip quivered trying to hold back his tears. "Im scared, i wanna go

home, i want my mom". The tears started flooding. "Harold you gotta

calm down, im going to get you out of here" i say to him, hoping, just

wishing he doesnt turn around to see the hallway full of bloody, chewed

up undead nuns.

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Looking at harold it comforts me seeing him cry, to see human

emotion coming from someone after all of this gives me a feeling of

hope. Im not alone anymore. i feel like i havent seen a living person in

days. I cant imagine what must be going through his mind. He must

have spent the night hiding somewhere, poor guy.

looking beyond the hallway full of putrid corpses i can barely make out

the clock. 7:15. Fifteen minutes. My chest begins to tighten as the panic

kicks in. "Its only been Fifteen fucking minutes!" I yell to myself trying

not to upset harold any more. Theres no more time, we have to move.

As the hungry crowd draws near we find ourslves traped from all sides.

Harold begins to panic as i look franticly for an eacape. Their grey cold

hands reaching out, now within just a few feet of us. Harold grabs me in

a bear hug and starts sobbing, almost crushing me. Thats when i saw

the light. not the spiritual light but the real kind. it was shining through

the window above our heads. Wait! A window, an escape! I hear a

scream behind me, turning i see a nun holding harold by the shirt. I can

see hes frozen in fear. Harolds never laid a finger on anybody, noless an

old lady. He keeps her at bay with his massive arms, still thinking he can

reason with her, i wouldnt expect him to understand. "No sister please,

its me Har" he crys as she snaps at his fingers. "Harold" i yell, "how does

moe hit curly?"refering to his obsession with the three stooges. "What?"

he asked between sobbs. "Show me how Moe hits curly!" i yell "do it har,

its ok, just close your eyes and pretend she curly, you have to!" After a

deep breath and a couple more sobbs i saw the monster unleashed.

Grabbing the nun by the throat he swung his free fist in a circle around,

crashing down on the top of her head crushing parts of her fragile skull

down though the sides of her face. Her body fell limp in his hand still

holding her throat. not wanting him to have time to think about it i tell

him to throw the body out the window so we can crawl out. Harold

tosses the corpse like a ragdoll, crashing through the window creating

an escape. A few more nuns lurch forward to grab at me but are

stopped by harold as he grab a head in each hand. Making his best

attemp at a impression of curly he then smashes the two heads

together with so much force they crush against each other almost

forming one broken bleeding head. He then picked them up and threw

them into the crowd of nuns, buying us some time to get out. I help

harold up first and then he lifts me up and outside. We fell out to the

court yard but were still trapped by walls on all sides. This was a private

courtyard for the sisters that could only be accsesed through the

building. After a breif moment to catch our breaths i try to calm harold

down and think of a plan. I could hear banging starting all around us as

the ghostly faces of un-dead nuns start to fill the windows surounding

the courtyard. What do i do? I cant think. Harold just sits their vacant

eyed. That was just to much for him. The banging grows louder. Its

driving me nuts, i cant think with them doing that. The banging seems

to be expanding to the second floor now doubling the noise. My

frustration is growing, its like their doing it on purpose just to fuck with

me. Now the third floor windows start banging making the noise alomst

deafing. Glass starts to break sending broken shards down like rain. The

noise continues to grow, i can see harold crying but i cant hear him. As

the bodys of nuns start to drop from the broken out windows like some

sort of creepy monster behive i stare at the large statue of the virgin

mary in the middle of the yard and feel a tingle in my spine. She may

just be our salvation after all.

;"&


The sickening thud of the bodies hitting the groung was

starting to make me nauseous. There werent many from the third

floor but they hit the hardest. They fell so loose and limp, no

attempt to fend the rushing ground. when they hit their bodies

snaped and twisted sending shattered bone through flesh. A few even

took care of themselves by landing on their heads wich helped very

little as the lower levels were pouring out into the courtyard,

filling it quickly with ravenous monsters. Even the broken bodies

of the third floor started their slow crawl in our direction. As

all this happens around me my mind questions what it shouldnt. What

is this? Why is this happening? If these were nuns and this

happened to them who is safe from it? I mean there suposed to be

the brides of christ right, Where did all this start? Can it be

stopped. I killed Sr. teresa and she came back. so does that mean

anyone who dies from anything comes back as one of the fucking

things? Almost as if it were cued a laugh echoed throughout the

walls of the convent. I froze. Never in my life had i heard such a

cruel evil laugh. I could feel the air around me grow cold as the

laughter faded. "What was that"? harold sqeeled. I forgot about

harold. He looked so tired and frightened. There was no time to

answer as the crowd began to close in. Eyeing the set of doors

across to the north of the yard i ask harold if he can pick the

five foot statue of mary behind us. "Sure"! He says picking up the

solid stone figure with a slight grunt. "What now"? he asks in his

high pitched kid voice. "Well Har, Did you ever play whack a mole"?

i say with a slight grin on my face.


The Large stone statue came crashing down on the first nun, sister

loretta i think, its hard to tell with large gashes torn through her face. Im

not sure if its harolds gorrila like streangth or the fragilness of their age

but she burst like a paper bag full of rotting gore covering harold with a

coating of repugnant blood. The crowd was growing closer, the statue

works nice but its slow and i think harolds starting to lose it. I can see

him start to shake like he does before his usual crying fits. Before this

harold was the jokester of the kitchen, allways trying to cheer us up with

his stooge impressions. But we didnt always want to be cheered up, fuck

we were so ungrateful, we some times would lose our cool and snap at

him and harold would start to cry. For his size and strength sometimes

you would forget he really just a kid in a huge body. At times like this

you cant help but think of before. Really thats the only reason we run, is

a hope for before. Before the ones you love started waking up from the

dead, before weve become the lower part of the food chain. Listen to

me, it hasnt even been an hour and i sound like the omega man. Im no

hero, and i dont want to be. I just want my wife. I want to know shes

ok. With out her this world doesnt exist, and with her it will never end.

So no! I wont run for the past, i never had a life here anyway. No ill find

steph and we will own this world, because love is our weapon. And

Harold, what will i do with him. i cant even take care of myself half the

time.

Harolds screaming snaped me back into the now as i see him with a

fat bloated nun biting down into his forearm. His look was more of fear

than pain as the blood gushed out between her rotting lips, he always

freaked out over cuts. He must have killed three or four more during my

day dream, its getting harder to snap out of them, like my mind wants

to hide in its own safety, ive got to be more focused, more aware, im

doing it again. Harold! He has freed himself from the over weight nun

and is standing there holding his arm.Only something was different.

Harold wasnt crying, he was making a face i had never seen him make

before.He was mad. I mean furious. The red in his face was showing

through the splattered blood as he picked up the statue as if it were

made of plastic and started swinging it like a giant mace, back and forth

crushing waves of nuns sending them smashing into the walls and

bushes. Some of their limbs would rip of in the violent assult creating yet

another horrific scene of mangled corpses and severed appendages. A

group of about eight or nine nuns were standing in front of a set of

locked double doors and what looked like a good way out considering

the mass of cannibals comming from behind. One gets to close so i send

my mallet deep into the center of her face. The pointy hammer gets

stuck in the crushed wenches head as more nuns creep closer. "Harold" i

yell. "Break through the doors". Seeing the doors blocked by the group

of nuns harold lowers himself in a runners stance holdin the statue of

mary like a lance. Then letting out a mixture of a curly impression and a

war cry he charges the doors, impaling the first few nuns and sending

the rest as well as him self crashing through the doors and down the

long dark flight of steps behind them. "Har!" I yell feeling my chest

tighten. Ive got to get him.Leaving my meat mallet deeply lodged in the

face of the nun I run to the edge of the stairs and stare into the

darkness. With the massing ghouls behind me and the silence from

harold in the dark void, i suddenly feel so alone.


Standing at the edge of the steps i cant help but wonder where that

terrifying laughter came from. No person could be heard throughout the

convent like that. Who would even laugh at a time like this. Somethings

going on here and to be honest i dont want to know. I just want to

leave this place wich brings me back to my current predicament, I have

to go back in. Glancing behind me to catch what may be my last look at

sunlight i see only small rays shooting past the silhouettes of the

undead nuns. With no doors to shut and no weapon i have no choice, I

start my acent into the dark catacombs of the convent.

It gets darker with each step. Unable to see the bottom i feel with my

feet before stepping, im not sure what happened to harold or tha group

of monsters he took with him. suddenly from behind i hear tumbling of a

body snaping and popping its way down the steps. I press against the

wall as it falls past me. Before that one hits the end i can already hear

the rushing sound of more bodies falling. The one tripping must have

started a chain reaction. now there was a mass of twisting falling bodies

coming down the staircase. With no time to react i start running down

the steps, jumping two at a time just hoping not to land in the arms of

a monster. i might as well have my eyes closed for its pitch black. All i

can hear is the rushing sound of the nightmare behind me when finally i

find the bottom. I had a moment of relief as i see a dim light at the end

of yet another long hallway, but in my hurry to reach it i slip in the

massive collection of blood pooled at the bottom of the steps and crack

my head on the hard wet cement. Laying ther with in pain i watch with

blurry vision as the ball of rotting hungry corpses tumbles down toward

me.

I have alot of wierd thoughts as i lay there waiting to die. I think about

my life, but not like my life flashing before my eyes. More of a mixture of

stupid things i did and things i should have done. I thought about my

family. Were they alive? Did it matter? Ill be dead soon anyway. I barely

noticed the pile writhe on top of me as my mind falls deeper into

thought. Why? Thats all i could think now. I was out of questions to go

with it. I dont feel it, but i know im being hurt. I can hear the gentle

scrape of teeth against bone as the bottom layer of nuns all squirm to

get a bite. Then suddenly as if it never happened, there i was with

Steph.

We are in a room, sort of. Theres a floor, but the walls go off into

darkness. A darkness ive never seen before. I could feel its emptyness.

It wasnt cold, it felt alone. It felt like fear. There was no end to the

darkness and my mind found it hard to grasp staring into the deep

nothing. I turn to steph and im almost blinded by her bright contrast to

the eternal blackness. Its like light has never seen this dark

before. "We dont have much time." she says. I reach for her but she

steps back and sternly speaks "You have to listen to me". "Where are

we?" I ask interupting her. "We are where it began" she said, "This is the

void". "the void!" i repeat. "what the fuck are you talking about!" I say

with a panic in my voice. "Theres no time!" She yells, her voice filling the

emptyness,"you have to get up brandon, you have to keep moving. If

you stop now then all is lost" I can see a sadness in her eyes and i

realize that this person in front of me is not my wife. They may look like

her but its fake. That sadness is not for us, its for everything. Its for

the world thats being murdered around us. Who ever this is, they are on

my side at least. "Who are you?" i ask. As her glow begins to fade into

the dark void im answered by a soft whisper "wake up"

When i did, i was sorry. Its was like waking up from a dream into a

nightmare. Along with my conciousness also came the pain. I could feel

the bites now, one in my shoulder, one on my left arm and i think theres

a couple trying to bite through my jeans but i dont think they can get

through the tough material. I think the weight of the pile has kept most

of them from getting a good bite. I can feel a mouth grinding into my

shoulder blade, it makes me shiver as the nun drags her teeth across

the open wound slurping up as much blood and meat as she could with

her head preesed down by the bodie of another nun. I wanted to run

and keep moving but i cant, im stuck here and its only a matter of time

before they really get to eating me. What was the point of that dream if

im just going to be stuck here anyway. Then the pile shifted, it felt

lighter but almost instantly added another mouth to the buffet. I winced

as the teeth sliced into the flesh of my ankle covering my foot in warm

liquid. I couldnt breeth enough to scream but the pain was incredible.

The pile shifted again this time followed by a loud smacking noise. A

hand found my cheek and started mauling at it trying to tear away a

piece of my face. Its nails were long but it was the jagged broken nails

that started tearing the skin. i could feel the blood ooze out as it

scraped at the open wound from somewhere on top of the pile.

Suddenly there was a hard jerk and the hand stoped moving as the

bodiless arm fell down through the pile, followed by a flood of spoiled

putrid blood seemingly funneled down and onto my face. It

seemed to keep pouring as my breath ran out and i gasped a mouthfull

of blood. Instantly i start to vomit and wondered if it can get much

worse than this. Im trapped under a pile of dead nuns slowly being eaten

to death and now im going to die drowning in rancid blood and bile. Just

before i fell unconciouse i had time to see my gaurdian angel standing

over me. "You did a really lousy job" i slur staring at them through hazy eyes as they lift the feeding nuns from my body.


Im back in the walless room, staring down into infinity

my eyes search for an end to what i cant comprehend.

This time theres no steph or anything trying to look like

her but i dont feel alone. I can sense eyes on me. From

every direction the darkness grows closer making the

empty void feel cramped. The feeling grows into panic

as the same evil laughter from the courtyard began to

fill the emptyness. Growing louder with each sadistic

kackle it begins to sound like many voices all laughing in

unison, all laughing at me. The noise becomes deafing

as i feel warm blood drip lightly out of my ears. In the

distance of the dark i can see i figure standing several

feet away. I try to adjust my eyes to the dark but with

no luck. The figure steps closer and suddenly the

laughter stops. In only silence i can finaly see the

stranger opposite me. Standing there covered in dried

blood wearing red stained chef coat is me. Not me now

though, me dead. I can see where my throat has been

completly torn out exposing my shredded treachia. My

face, slightly bloated, is missing most of the features i

recognize but i can still tell its me. I stand there staring

at my one eye, the other seems to be missing, and i

begin to feel sad. Not for myself but for everyone that

has died or is going to die and become one of these.

Suddenly im inside the dead me, i can see the normal

me standing there staring back.Then my dead body

begins to bite my good body in the throat. I can feel the

flesh in my mouth along with the salty tase of blood. all i

can do is watch from the prison of my dead body as i eat

myself to death. I can only wonder if this is what its like

to be one of them, to have to watch helplessly as you

devour your entire family. Now im back in my dieing

body, staring up at the creature that was once me

chewing on my stringy arteries when suddenly it looks

at me with inteligence lacking in the others. With flesh

falling from its lips it begins try to speak, its lips splitting

open with each attemp to form a word when finally it

rasped its message to me. "Wake up"