(Since I'm not very active any more, I'll be posting large sections of story far apart. Cliff hangers are a must, and I just love confusing. Of course however, zombies aren't everywhere, and there is a fair bit of psychology to this too.)
One blink. Two blinks. Cough once. Cough twice. My mind is a clock. Always ticking the same notes, never changing its past. Move hand once. Move hand twice. Energy diminishing once. Twice even. My mind is a clock. One eye shut. Two eyes shut. A soft melodic sleep. Once, twice. My mind is a clock.
Softly, softly. Never waking. Hand ripping the slicked rubber holster, smiling. One bullet. Two bullets. My mind is a clock. A soft upright position. Open eye one. Open eye two. Blink once. Blink twice. My mind is a clock. Blood on the wall, repeating its mellow tone once more. They Never Stop. One blink. Two blink. Sit up. Quiet footsteps upwards. Touch the blood. Feel its dryness. Look apon the room. One body. Swiss Cheese styl'd death. A face with insanity. Am I insane? Am I insane? My mind is a clock. Always repeating, day after day. My mind is a clock. Heavy footsteps to the man. Blood like ice. My mind is a clock. One step. Two step. One hand. Two hand. Softly pulling at the pockets. A metal object, blood soaked. Happiness. My mind is a clock. Am I really insane? Am I insane? My mind is a clock. Bandana, of blood. Rip it off. Rip it off. Put it on. Put it on. Eyes staring into soul. My mind is a clock. Am I insane? Am I insane? My mind is a clock. Boots click and clack. Odd moning sounds off in the distance. Kick kick kick. Small room, small hopes. Kick kick kick. Door opens. Hand glides around the holster. Am I insane? Am I insane? My mind is a clock. Never dormant, but always unknowing. Stepping out into a room with blood. Hand firing through the eye, and a collapse of the body. Sound stops. Silence fills. Am I insane? Am I insane?
(I just wanted to start off, so its not really long.) |