| The dead must sleep never to wake from the eternal slumber at life’s end. Disturbances occur the dead begin to shiver as their rotting eyelids snap open. Decaying, decrepit, filthy, and mindless they wander this earth without haste walking abominations…soulless parasites. Bringers of death the epitome of sin leaving destruction in their wake. Milky eyes that harbor no emotion festering flesh, teaming with maggots soggy skin slipping off of muscle… They lurk silently following the smell of fresh flesh the sound of blood pumping. Sinking their teeth into warm meat bone crunches under their teeth tendons melt like butter. They wallow in their kill sucking the bones clean of all marrow gluttonously slurping intestines. A misguided attempt to be them to alter their destiny and stop the constant pain. Envious of them those who walk un-cursed …the living. |