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When you breath, your lungs attract in and out against your heart rate, they fill with the oxygen around you, as each releases is a build up of energy
But right now that wasn't happening, I felt like my lungs were fucking numb
It was horrific, the limp bodies flooding within my department, desperate to achieve an instinctive goal, even with a building of trained officers these beasts had managed to destroy the skin of good people, ending their lives the moment they could, merciless towards who they once called Friends
I can't even remember how many bullets I fired, how many guns I used to try avoid the inevitable
Bang
The chest
Bang
The shoulder
Bang
It's leg
Bang
It's head...
It seemed endless, pointless. If not for my instinct being greater than theirs, I believe I'd be dead too.
It came to a point where I fired blindly, not letting anyone get close, the dead growled into the dark room and the living screamed in their torture, many had fled the station.
I may be the last one standing
And I still have quiet a fight ahead of me
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I slowly breath in the smoke, my lips gently wrapped around the filter, sighing with relief for the first one of the morning, it crisped my breath, dried my mouth and made my insides feel heavy yet bare, but I adorned in the bliss
Once again my lips draped gently around but not to the filter, but to the inhaler as I replaced the ash with careful air
My eye lids heavy as the sun bared upon them, I gazed towards the lovely home beyond the white picket fence, always his dream; a wholesome family home.
Walking up the steps I gave a gentle knock, sighing with contentment with seeing the family again, it's been a little while.
