No silence, just the screaming
of mangled bodies.
Bloody convulsions,
and diluted hope
Massacre is everywhere,
and only mutations bring
hope for a bitter survival.
Nothing can break the horrible screams,
as they morph into uncontrollable monsters.
Darkness is falling quickly,
and only bloody futures remain,
hope fades fast as
the virus spreads and closest friends
are consumed by pure evil.
Resorting back to basic instinct,
the smell of blood draws them.
-My blood-
In the distance there is a new scream.
Human, and it pierces the black sky.
The scream is
-Mine-
Author notes
Prompt was resident Evil, #26 I believe.
A contest entry
- It's like a Horror Movie! (many choices!) by KristyBrainsikk.
474 points, ended September 27, 8 entries
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