Breathe y/n.... breathe....
It's not worth it.
He's not food.
Their not food.
I can make it. I can save them.
I thought to myself as I resisted the urge to gorge on the rotting corpses around me... my family.
How did this happen? Why did this happen?
I grip my hair tightly. Mixed emotions welling up inside me. Confusion swirling in my irises. The smell is so strong...something I would have found repulsive and sickening in the past I now find... so appetizing.
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