I am alone now, i sit in the ruins of life and the ruins of my home. I wish to feel the touch and hear a voice of another human being.. to hear a voice that isnt SCREAMING in blood lust at the chance of ripping my innards apart. The only voices i hear now are those who i have slane and their screams will echo in my head for years or weeks to come, depending on how thin my insanity will fray until i cannot take this any longer. Im situated in this darkness with eyes blood shot, senses hightened from paranoia and a death grip on my gun. I stare above and see that the sky is now a beautiful shade of red as is the ground, my hands and my clothes . The air reeks of dried blood, decaying flesh and fear when it once smelled fresh, full of life and frivolity. The day that they arrived here, the day everything went to hell, the day when the sun's glow faded and was replaced with eternal darkness, despair, emptyness, and fear of the unknown. They are the unknown, walking in this fresh hell with mouths dripping of red death and the very skin of their faces melting away from the bone and muscle and milky white eyes filled with every negitive emotion ever concieved by man. And seeming to have a very over whelming almost animalistic desire to eradicate and feast upon thier own kind.
That is why they deserve to be abolished...