There’s this thing about being hungry that is slowly driving Kyla insane, she has gone absolutely bonkers, well, too bad that she was never that sane either. When was the last time she had eaten? Maybe two months ago, when a man was found by the horde she often travels with and let say that not a bone was left.

The old Kyla would be ashamed of what has become of the girl, but when the hunger for flesh is too much, you often tend to forget the ghosts of your past- she stopped a second to look around her surroundings, her nostrils flaring a little.

watered, and her stomach clenched painfully, her guts were bloody as hell, the virus that converted her to this monster made her insides twisted and rooted as the rest of the world. She looked at her left arm, pale and full of blood, dirt and bites, the ones she got fighting other “people” like her, a million of half moons cover the dead once smooth expanse of her arm, her destroyed wrist, and her hand with only four fingers. To be honest, people wouldn’t want to know how she lost her pinky.

Life. A beating heart, blood coursing through veins, flesh. She was reminded of another times, better times.

She limped, a bad foot, towards the road on the middle of nowhere. Surely, she suspects of a poor soul on their last moments.

A howl erupted from her dry lips, not longer capable of emitting coherent words.

Kyla stopped again, straining her ear.

Heavy breathing, lungs full of something.

She limped again.

The deserted town where Kyla have been hanging around with a new horde with a more decent individuals, not as barbaric as her old trope.  

An abandoned dinner with broken windows and no doors, a red battered car without wheels, dust and ashes wovering every single inch of the pavement.

A wet cough.

Kyla stopped again, sniffing the air, and was full of blood again.

“God if you hear me, please forgive me for kicking Yuha’s that night on the club, but she was being such a , too bad she died in a car accident that same night, till the end she was lucky enough to not have to live through this hell”

The first voice she had heard in a while. It made her remember unwanted things. She shuffled towards the sound.

“Who’s there?” The voice asked, with a tremble, mild panic lacing the words.  Kyla groaned, and shuffled closer again, she imagined a nice meal after months of not having anything.

Kyla took a big wobbly step forward, and behind the old battered red car was sitting down a tall ghostly white girl ho