Fur vs Skin | on hold

Prologue

I've never been afraid of death.

I've never considered how I would die, or the possibilities of me dying any tragic deaths. People come and go, either from murder, suicide, overdose, old age, childbirth, etc. You still die. There's no way of avoiding it.

So, it wasn't really a surprise to me when death came barreling towards me, it's claws extended and ready to devour me. Slowly, they were ticking us off like bugs.

Slaughtering us one by one
One after the other.

They wanted you to feel fear, the terror and the stages of losing your mind of when they would come. The world as we know it isn't what it seems, there's darkness pouring from beneath the seams not yet visible to those around; this isn't our world anymore, no, its theirs now.

And killing me will be just the beginning.