My eyes snapped open.
Wha...where am I?!
I tried to take a breath but I couldnt... why can't I breathe?!
The last thing I remember was getting a knife to the neck by some bastard. He must've just knocked me out because somehow I'm still living.
Arnt I?
And John...where's John? Did he get knocked out too? We were sleeping... then... there was an attack...
I think it was an animal...
It couldnt have been a lurker... otherwise I would be dead.
Is that what I am now?
Dead?
No...no no no
NO!
Its not possible. I kept trying to breathe but I still couldnt...
"Help!" I screamed, pounding on the box I was in...
Wait...
It wasnt in a box...
It was a coffin...
No no no no no no no no no!!!
"Help!" I screamed again "HELP!!!" I began pounding and kicking on the walls of the coffin...
My coffin...
I let out a deafining, blood curdling scream,
"HEEEEEEEEELLLLLP!!!"
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Once Alive, Twice Bitten.
ParanormalWitness as these beings struggle for survival and come together to form a community of the living against the dead. Its often hard to tell which is worse: the zombies, the people. . . or the other supernatural beings that come to light. As they al...
