The last thing i remeber is the rays of light gleaming like brushstrokes against my cheek. I could clearly feel the wind rush up on my earlobe. As i opened my eyes i could make out objects far in the distance. The once evergreen trees were now smoldered in ash, surrounded by smoked limbs, dangling carelessly in the breeze. Blood drips, oozing from the carcases dripping onto the softness of my flesh. In a mere instant my eyes are open...
The blood rushes down my face with the tilt of my head. With my face covered in blood i can taste the metal between my lips; crisp, yet soft to the touch. My eyes r open, bloodshot red and veiny. The demons have left there curse... My eye is no longer mine. Iam infected, i just hope i can survive..
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FantasyThe world is struggling to continue... I dont know how ill ever make it out alive. this is my venture through hell and back. I Cora Serenity Wilmore have struggled many loses. I bet u wanna know why i went though hell and came back alive ? Maybe you...
