The rotted, decaying claws of the undead grasped at me, pulling me deeper into the never ending abys of darkness. I fought desperately, gripping at their bony hands, trying to pry them off of me. Their ghostly, hallowed eyes stared blankly at me, void of life. My arms began to scream with pain as the skeletal fingers cut deeper into my flesh, unleashing a small river of scarlet. My screams did nothing to stop the bones cutting through my skin, the undead do not hear and if they did they wouldn't care for my screams. They are void of emotion, having ran from their humanity after discovering the hellish fate awaiting if they had stayed with their wretched souls.
I ducked out of the way as another skeletal hand lunged for me, breaking the skull off the one grasping my arm. I had to act now before the next wave grabbed onto me, but what could I do? My new found mortality beckons like a flare to those I had mercilessly left behind. They may be nothing but a herd of decaying broken down bones, but they have one advantage, the one thing I had fought for so many years to be rid of, the one thiing that I had despised, cast aside, rejected;
Immortality.
Authors Note:
I don't know if I'm ever going to continue writing this, I just got really bored.
