You're Not Alone Anymore

I've been alone for....4 months? I can't even tell anymore. I thought if I lived through those...undead freaks I'd be okay. But I'm starving. Please won't someone find me...


1. Memories

My little brothers corpse ripped into our mothers flesh, eatting anything that he pulled out. My stomache turned, I felt like throwing up, but nothing came out. The smell was overpowering "Issac...I'm sorry...I love you" Tears sprang to my eyes as I raised the bloody baseball bat and slammed it down on him.
I did this over and over until I had crushed his scull in, his blood now on my face and clothes. I couldn't handle it anymore...I fell to my knees, held his demented body, and cried.'
I woke up breathing rapidly,sweat covering my body. My heart ached, It felt as though it was broken. Why did this happen? Why my brother and not me? I'm cursed, living through hell on earth. Why don't I just die like the rest of th-. My stomache growled loudly, interrupting my thoughts.
I pulled up my shirt, looking down at my sunken in skin. The thing that scared me was that I could see my own ribs...God I'm starving...won't someone find me?
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