"RAW"
Story by Snoozero
This is sick.
Everywhere I look disgust me. I hate to say this but this place seems like a wet market, no I mean worse than that, though I'm not really sure how you picture it but that's how it is for me. I, who has been a witness of this doomed part of the world. I, who is still surviving but do not know my purpose of living. And I, who do not know the meaning of hope but hopes that death, comes after me now. The sickening aroma of rotten flesh is something I was not able to be used to. Nausea is what I always get from it. It brought me a heavy side effect after inhaling such a huge scale for years since the time this thing started. I don't even remember when the beginning was because I am pretty sure that it doesn't matter anymore.
Though I'm alive I don't feel like living. I just curse every moment that I wake up. Why do I still have consciousness when everything around is dead? Everything that brings life to this world is already extinct. Isn't that unfair? While everybody is resting in the eternity I am the only one left here, stuck. Suffering. I am used to the sight of arms, limbs, fingers, feet, hands and head chopped, scattered and dumped to every corner of this city. Morbid? I told you, it was sick. I consider it common anyway. It was a daily routine of walking and passing by a decomposing body, human bodies like mine. That is why I always bring a bunch of handkerchief to prevent myself from vomiting whenever my feet bring me somewhere. Do you think I should be hiding and still hopes that I will be saved someday? NO!I don't think so. Because the moment this place turned into a graveyard I have aimed for my death. My name won't be even necessary to know because anytime soon, I'll be joining the eternity.
I am living, no I mean, I am surviving together with some creatures that hunts for vital organs. But it turns out that I am the one hunting them. I know they want me. Because I am the only thing here that was left fresh. Fresh meat of course. That's what they think at first.
"Sssssssssssss..."
That hiss I cannot forget. It is their mark of existence. They are the decaying being that conquered this city. My skin itch as their distance gets closer. I have been always ready to lie down and die vulnerable. But I never get what I want. The irritating sensation on my skin is getting stronger. I see it clearly. One of them is moving towards me. Think whatever it looks like because for me they look nothing but a bare foot-eating flesh. They only have a disoriented face on a seemingly head they have.
"I am ready"
That is my favorite line. Because I am. Nothing is important anymore. I have no doubt about it. There is no single thing that provides significance in my life. We are now facing each other. It is a battle of life and death. And I hope that death, wins. It walked around encircling me. Then it sniffed the air and eyed me a fueled urge. I can sense its hunger.
"You'll get you what you want"
It moved faster than I thought. It pushed me down this concrete street and shrieked at my face. I did not move as I was pinned by its weight. And there I felt its teeth penetrating my flesh at my chest. I cry out loud the pain but my inner is bursting of too much excitement. My mind seems to evaporate and replaced with insanity favoring my long-lived goal. But suddenly, it threw itself away from me screaming a fading sound. A voice in despair. It crawled slowly as its body started to deteriorate.
Fvck! It happened again! How long should I endure this thing? The day I started to bait myself is the day my hopes begin to rot. Right now, there is nothing left except a bucket of hatred.
I lied.
I know what it was before this horrid event arrived. The technology was the greatest of that time. Fast pacing and continuously ascending to its peak. Man has lost their mind to its beauty that even a tiny living organism is not excused to their curiosity and experimental minds. The next generation praised too much their intelligence and thought that nature is useless. They see themselves as the creator of everything. Time runs forward dragging the idealistic brains they made. But the next generation ends the lineage and created a new one. Wherein the human sanity has been devoured by the chaos they have brought to life.
But they found something to fight it back. A fluid combined with a living creature. It wasn't something but someone. And that someone bears the hope of the dead nation.
Someone named Ciaran.
And that was I.
I was part of the experiment. A living nemesis. My blood, my flesh, and the whole me was a bane of their beingness. I know my purpose but I cuss it every time it crosses my mind. Damn it! I am labeled as their poison but not as the hope for humanity. What else am I saving? Is there any? Nothing! But still I am forced to live in this condition. To whom should I object? To whom should I declare that I am tired? There is no one to listen. There is no one to understand what I want. None, but me alone is all I have.
If those creatures lived to scourge the human race, I live to end their reign.
