>>
|
389f2b.jpg
Singing Drifter
389f2b
>>483123
[i]To me, that is like saying I should merely give up. Even if I were to be as absurd as just...Cooperating, do you not remember how Sam was acting earlier? She does not want me here-she does not want you here. It is either us, or her.
And if she did, she has already proven that she is not willing to spill the blood of the innocent.
>>483248
As of this point, I am incapable of feeling self-loathing...Nor do I love myself or what I am, in that case.
I am smart enough to not straight out kill everyone. It is like a game-the living will best the dead in the end, for the dead will die on their own accord. Can you not feel it? They are...Starving to death. Very slowly, but surely. By the end of another year, the streets will hold the graves of the twice dead.
And then the living breed. I must only wait for them to grow, and so long as I restrain myself...
It's quite funny-Sam believes you are not born evil, only made evil. And yet, I was re-born with only a will and want to destroy. It is not a choice I am making-it is my desires, my needs. If I do not spill blood...I will rot away into nothingness.
Where zombies feed upon flesh, I am sustained by the blood that Sam spills, her own or others....So far as I know.
And with each passing day, I hunger more and more.
|