“Many kinds of worlds form in the infinity that is his existence, but most unfortunate that there are some that are cruelest towards the people. It could be the weather that culls them, cruel monsters unnamed to devour them, or even the people themselves who bear blades towards one another- some simply bear a fate far more grueling than others.”

  -Apostle of God

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  “Hey… c’mon eight, wake up!” The girl pokes at what used to be her friend.

  “Didn’t you promise we’d make it out together?” The girl sobs.

  “You promised me, eight!” Her arms wrap around the coldness that is eight’s corpse.

  “You told me we’d be able to taste yummy things together…” The cries grow louder.

  “How do we eat together when you’re gone, eight…?” The girl coughs, her voice taken by the crying.

  “Boss! One of ‘ems dead, told ya it would’ve been better to stuff ‘em in sacks- that way they won’t have a way of growin’ sick!” Someone was talking, the girl couldn’t quite hear who.

  “Eh- he was bound to die anyway if he did, think of it a mercy he died here instead of the mines. Just throw the body away so none of those stinkin’ zombies come for us over in the forest.” Another voice, odd.

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  "Oi! Ya lil shit! Dont'cha dare die like yer friend over there or else we'll bring ya back just ta mess ya up real good." Disgusting.

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  ...

  It's cold.

  I can't feel anything anymore, eight.

  You smell, eight... flies are flying over you.

  Why are you looking at me like that, why are you calling me over? You want me to eat? What can I eat?

  Eight pulls out a piece of bread... how?

  I eat, I have to eat! I'm hungry.

  It wasn't my fault, there wasn't another option.

  Stop looking at me like that, why are you looking at me with those eyes, eight?

  ...

  "Uhm Boss...? Ya might want ta see what happened back 'ere." Its them again.

  "Don't you tell me the girl died too. These lot die too quick-" He stops.

  I can see them now, one of them is a stocky man that has all sorts of scars on his face. Namely the burn mark on the area of his left eye. Behind him is a man that's almost as scrawny as me, he has a weird beard that ends pointy and brows as thick as a bush. Both of them are bald.

  They're sweating, eyes widened, and they seem to be holding something in.

  "What the fuck."