I can smell the perspiration on the brow of my trembling prey as I advance towards a counter where the receptionist would be stationed to sign in patients to see a doctor. There is no doctor here to treat the victims I am about to leave. How can the prey expect to over come its predator? There is no victory to be had. Death will have its perfect way... as it always does. One of the infected humans is crouched down at my feet behind the counter, I put the barrel of my AK47 to his head, he gasps and I pull my trigger. “Boom” his life, his dreams, his hopes, prayers and goals, gone that quickly – it’s magical in a way. It’s right at this moment of my epiphany that I hear the desolate screams of a woman, with agony she screeches, “That was my BROTHER!” her hand trembling with anxiety and fear as she lifts her pistol, I raise my rifle calmly, and with cynicism I reply, “Make it mean something to me”. A wise man once said, “In order for one to appreciate Life one must first appreciate their own life”. I find flaws in that axiom.
-Adah Noir
Monday, September 6, 2010
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