1. One of the Afflicted
She looked exactly like me- the black hair, the blue eyes. If I were to reach out and touch her, she would probably mirror my actions. She was like the improved version of myself, yet somehow, I she was evil. She was a monster. In all the days that I have lived in this ghost ridden town, in all the years of my life that I have spent, hiding from all of the monsters that roamed the streets at night, I have closed more doors than I have opened.
And now I have met what I should have been hiding from during this whole apocalypse: me.
One of the afflicted.