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SHE COULD FEEL the decay from inside and out.
she was a woman of flesh and bone, her veins thin and her mind rotting. she wondered if the others knew how cold her skin was, how much she yearned to be free of this damnation.
the woman looked forward.
things prowled around as the world fell over, their veins thin and their minds rotting. she wondered if they were cold too, if they also yearned for the same freedom.
the young woman stepped forward, the dirt beneath her feet and the stars above her head.
she could feel the rot from inside and out.
she wondered if this was the same hell had been promised to rise once the dead had run out of room.
perhaps that's why her veins were so thin and her brain was full of rot - maybe she was just like them, a creature of decay and a creature of bloodlust.
the woman stared down at her red coated hands. her skin was no longer cold, instead she felt hellfire. she felt rage. she felt monstrous.
because when the dead comes knocking and the inferno's ablaze, the end of the world brings out the monsters in both the sinners and the saints.
