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Apocalypse Island/Excerpt IIIThe man quickly reached for his hunting knife in the sheath on his belt. Luckily, he hadn't lost it in the fall. He quickly unsheathed it and found his footing beneath him. The undead was swiftly barrelling towards him now, fiercely screaming at a deafening tone. Its mouth hung awkwardly low as if it had a broken jaw. Its eyes bugged out of its head with frightening rage and intensity. The undead's army fatigues were soiled and bloody, but not old. This being had not been undead long. The man readied himself as the undead drew closer. Just as it was about to engulf him, the man quickly juked to one side and swept the undead's legs out from beneath him. The undead flipped end over end and violently smacked the ground. The man quickly took advantage of his opportunity and lunged toward the undead and buried his knife into the back of its head.
Apocalypse Island/Excerpt IIThe man suddenly heard slow, lumbering footsteps approaching his vicinity. He laid down his pack and shouldered his crossbow. The man carefully scanned the jungle for any signs of the undead. He could smell a mixture of decaying flesh and feces in the air. He then spotted an undead male, no more than 18 years old, shuffling towards him. He had numerous bullet wounds scattered over his torso, and a shotgun wound revealed his insides. Blood stained his face and neck and tainted his already soiled clothing. The man carefully advanced for a better shot. The undead's eyes were sunken in and glazed over with a blue-moon hue. His lips snarled as he drew closer, revealing pieces of rotted meat stuck in his teeth. The man got within 20 feet of his target and steadied his crossbow, aiming directly at the forehead of the undead. He pulled the trigger, releasing the bolt and this tortured soul from his nightmare of gluttonous hunger.
Dead HorizonsDeep in a nightmare of sleep, his boney finger twitched rapidly and grazed over the trigger of his double barrelled shotgun. He was suddenly ripped out of sleep as the deafening shotgun round was discharged, narrowly missing his head. As he gathered his thoughts, he realized he had fallen asleep on the rooftop balcony. With hunger biting at his stomach, he gradually brought himself to his feet and scanned the morning horizon, as he had done countless times before. The pounding on the rooftop door began almost immediately, and quickly grew unnerving. His body turned cold, and felt as if it were shutting down. He then retreated into his den and collapsed near the threshold. Unknown to him, this particular sunrise would be his last.
He was awoken by a sharp, thumping pain in his stomach. He slowly reached for a bottle of what was left of his murky rain water. He took the last sip of the life giving substance and wet his dry, chapped lips. All the joints in his body cracked and popped as h
Our Dire FateA world condemned to a dire fate
Putrid corpses, forgotten forces of death and destruction, risen to destroy.
Ripping away, and tearing decay, from what is left, of humanity.
Spreading forward to consume it all, foundations destined to fall, upon us all.
Ripping away, and tearing decay from what is left of humanity.
No way, to delay, this decay, no replay.
The DirtPeople go their whole lives without moving more than the dirt their buried under, rotting in endless droves, shovelling their graves.
They dig with bloody splintered hands, and kiss regret with the tip of their shovels.
I can hear their screams, their muffled. I can hear them suffer, bleeding.
Dig no less than six feet under.
God said to me that their not worth my air, Satan then chimed the funeral bell.
God replied to me that he doesn't care, bury them six feet closer to hell.
People go their whole lives without moving more than the dirt their buried under, rotting in endless droves shovelling their graves.
Ghoul NightWe watch quietly in the night
glimpse spirit light
breath of cold air
chilling dark stare
Pale phantom make us her slave
dance on the grave
hear the ghouls howl
out on the prowl
The hungry ones begin to rise
with blood red eyes
laughter of crows
the Devil knows.
The King of MadnessMonsters live
inside your head
they eat you up
until you dread
Fight off your demons
is what they say
if it was that easy
You'd done it that way
You know the issue
goes far deeper by now
and the words that you scribble
will be your last vow
You swore to protect
you swore to save
you swore to be a king
but never a slave
A slave of your mind
that's what you are
and now you regret being that ignorant
when they said: Madness goes far
dark confessionspill it all
such a waste
I may still
crave a taste
will I won't
until I might
if I still
want a bite
truth be told
lies were said
a little became
spread my wings
fly the night
died of fright
FreedomThis slavery is hell, and the gateway is this earth. Your life, your love, your flesh and bone, all sold for little worth.
This deal with the Devil was shown off to bring a feast. But now instead we live in dread, and labor for the beast.
No choice have we, to be inept, we must conform, we must accept.
If not their penalty awaits. To them death is too sweet a fate.
So when it comes unto their eye,they simply will not let us die.
Their help comes not from care,nor woe. They simple want one final show.
You cry and scream,a sickly mess. They tell your loved, its for the best.
They laugh and mock your pain and fear. No more I say, I'll end it here.
So here is your show, from a dying slave.
Sit back masters, and watch the stage.
For once I exit that stage door, you can not hurt me anymore.
These rags you gave me will do fine,to fall closed on our story line.
This sturdy base is quite well kept. I'll lay the blocking step by step
Just walk up now and take my place. In moonlight, so they'll s
Hybrid: Part One, Chapter TwoPart One
I would expect myself to run out of the school, getting home as soon as possible, so I could lock myself into my bedroom. However, that was the victimized version of myself. From what I became, I would fight it. Look at me. I am a creature with fangs that craves the substance within regular humans that would keep them functioning. My position speaks for itself as the new colors I am showing make me hell on earth. But we are talking about the guy who ripped my throat out during the summer. He made me what I am today. A vicious monstrous of the night. What would I be to the people I love? I just said it.
I sat at the seat in that classroom, feeling nothing but fear. I gave myself every reason why I should run out of that classroom, but for some apparent reason, I sat there frozen. My eyes were directly to the front, however I heard and saw nothing except his ferocious self from that very day. I was in the arms of that demon. I was sharing the same lips with him. Hell, I shar
Over the EdgeI walk and walk over ground
Strolling through the endless plain
nothing sounds, nothing heard
except the sorrow of my pain
My feet are cut, bloody, sore
I refuse to stay a moment still
My struggle's end is coming near
The cliff of mine is of my will
I Stand upon the world's edge
Looking out into the dark
Wonder what the light could bring
I spread my arms, reach for the spark
The silence calls me, I obey
I fall forward, step off the cliff
A free fall through my nightmares
The horrors touch me with a kiss
I am waiting for the dawn
I'm floating in liquid night
No breath stirs the air around me
I have given up the fight
The space around I can see
Light cascades in many flashes
The night is gone and with it me
I float and turn to ashes
Holy Knight of HellIm running, panting, begging, bleeding
“ooh… God… don’t let them take me!”
They’re flying, screeming, laughing, haunting
“DINE UPON HER FLESH WITH US!!!!”
Don’t let them take me
Please, im bagging
The demons, coming
Im shaking, crying, burning, dying,
“Oh… please, I cannot breathe!”
Smothering, croaking, croaking, smiling
“OURS!!! OURS!!!! OURRRRSSSS!!!!!!!”
Doomed I rose,
And in grave I stood
Holy blade, I choose
As I donned God’s hood
The devil’s neck
Its mine to bind
For my life a wreck
He left behind
Jumping, flying, escaping,
Fantastical wonderland, inescapable Hell,
Running, tripping, drowning,
Apocalypse Island/ExcerptThe moon lit up the camp as the man slept lightly, always remaining vigil. He had chosen to remain on his own, ever since the beginning of the undead apocalypse. He had always been somewhat of a loner. He had no wife, no family to speak of on the island. He thought to himself, amidst the chaos of the unravelling of society that he ought to remain alone, and out of sight of the military. For the military, during this time, was acting on its own behalf. No orders from Washington, no higher ups, no red tape, no morals to distract them from their task at hand. The military's only perspective was to eliminate the threat of the undead and other survivors alike. Mass murders occurred at the points of their weapons. Selfishly hoarding any and all supplies they could find, to ensure their own survival they pried weapons, food, water and ammo out of their victim's lifeless hands. The light from the small camp fire slowly faded as the fire dwindled and fell to ashes.
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