Born Already Dead page 5 by ShadowWolf121212, literature
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Born Already Dead page 5
And so he had come here, following the putrid scent these evil creatures left. They were quiet, of course, and only traveled during the day. It didn't matter, however, husand timesow safe and fortified they felt. Frank always got in. Prisons, churches, schools, it didn't matter. What mattered was what they were defending against. Walkers weren't a problem everywhere. Sometimes it was roving bandits in beat up trucks. That, or the zombified wildlife that often popped up. They couldn't guard against him, however, which was one of the only things that made him happy. A wolf in sheep's clothing, that's what he fashioned himself. A bullet would've
Born Already Dead page 4 by ShadowWolf121212, literature
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Born Already Dead page 4
Hunger. That terrible hunger, that gnawed at his very psyche. Human food did nothing but turn to useless ash in his stomach. It was all too processed. No blood, no muscle, no bones, nothing he could digest. He had to constantly throw up their canned vegetables and things, or he'd go mad from the pain. Irrespective, however, of his condition on any given day, the humans continued to force knowledge down his throat. They treated him like a baby, easing him into things like books, language, and reading. Reactions to all this attention were akin to those of a frightened animal. The life he had led did not permit gifts, so when given his first boo
Born Already Dead page 3 by ShadowWolf121212, literature
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Born Already Dead page 3
This is not to say that he had never eaten of his "brethren", and had in fact made zombified meat a staple in his diet for a time. They were so abundant , he could actually have lazy days and nights. Kill a few walkers, stow them in some high-rise building, and get comfortable. No hunger, no Rot, a small semblance of peace. But it was getting difficult now, to find meat at all. The humans had set up small villages where they could properly abate the dead, and had started hunting. Zombies within ten miles of any of these places were almost nonexistent. Any living creatures he could've caught at one point, were now few and far between. Humans w
Born Already Dead page 2 by ShadowWolf121212, literature
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Born Already Dead page 2
Neither of these things happened, of course, or the boy in question couldn't be here, stalking silently in the night, dressed in clothes he'd picked up from some ransacked store a month earlier. Purely to avoid drawing attention to himself, of course, as the fabric irritated his already festering flesh. He remembered everything that had happened to him since birth. The beginning always seemed to be that damn tag he wore. His "father" had rushed to get rid of him, but apparently wasn't in such a hurry as to not give the child a name of sorts. He had stamped a tag out with the name Frank N. Stein. The cruel joke was lost to the child, and what
Born Already Dead page 5 by ShadowWolf121212, literature
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Born Already Dead page 5
And so he had come here, following the putrid scent these evil creatures left. They were quiet, of course, and only traveled during the day. It didn't matter, however, husand timesow safe and fortified they felt. Frank always got in. Prisons, churches, schools, it didn't matter. What mattered was what they were defending against. Walkers weren't a problem everywhere. Sometimes it was roving bandits in beat up trucks. That, or the zombified wildlife that often popped up. They couldn't guard against him, however, which was one of the only things that made him happy. A wolf in sheep's clothing, that's what he fashioned himself. A bullet would've
Born Already Dead page 4 by ShadowWolf121212, literature
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Born Already Dead page 4
Hunger. That terrible hunger, that gnawed at his very psyche. Human food did nothing but turn to useless ash in his stomach. It was all too processed. No blood, no muscle, no bones, nothing he could digest. He had to constantly throw up their canned vegetables and things, or he'd go mad from the pain. Irrespective, however, of his condition on any given day, the humans continued to force knowledge down his throat. They treated him like a baby, easing him into things like books, language, and reading. Reactions to all this attention were akin to those of a frightened animal. The life he had led did not permit gifts, so when given his first boo
Born Already Dead page 3 by ShadowWolf121212, literature
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Born Already Dead page 3
This is not to say that he had never eaten of his "brethren", and had in fact made zombified meat a staple in his diet for a time. They were so abundant , he could actually have lazy days and nights. Kill a few walkers, stow them in some high-rise building, and get comfortable. No hunger, no Rot, a small semblance of peace. But it was getting difficult now, to find meat at all. The humans had set up small villages where they could properly abate the dead, and had started hunting. Zombies within ten miles of any of these places were almost nonexistent. Any living creatures he could've caught at one point, were now few and far between. Humans w
Born Already Dead page 2 by ShadowWolf121212, literature
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Born Already Dead page 2
Neither of these things happened, of course, or the boy in question couldn't be here, stalking silently in the night, dressed in clothes he'd picked up from some ransacked store a month earlier. Purely to avoid drawing attention to himself, of course, as the fabric irritated his already festering flesh. He remembered everything that had happened to him since birth. The beginning always seemed to be that damn tag he wore. His "father" had rushed to get rid of him, but apparently wasn't in such a hurry as to not give the child a name of sorts. He had stamped a tag out with the name Frank N. Stein. The cruel joke was lost to the child, and what
*is being ravenously tickled by Kaylea on the bus, whilst approaching my stop*
Kaylea: *stops and giggles when I'm suposed to get off* Go. Go, or I will keep tickling you. :}
Me: *smiles and gets up, I imagine beet red* That wouldn't be so bad. ^_^
Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes~ They are much appreciated. (Sorry for just posting a journal, but it's after 11 pm and I just got back home. XD) I hope everyone else's day was amazing, because mine was just because of all of you. :heart:
Honey and I (QhostLamb (https://www.deviantart.com/qhostlamb) and KarateCat211 (https://www.deviantart.com/karatecat211)) are planning on finally making our first video for our YouTube channel~ We're gonna make a funny, random story from suggestions that you guys give us~ For example, and I'm sorry if this offends a certain person:
The subjects are "clock" and "marshmallow"
'A' looks at the clock, then down at his pants, wishing that what he had there was bigger than a marshmallow~ :3
or
Once upon a time, there was a clock named blah blah.....blah blah....blah blah, then he met a marshmallow and they blah blah blah, and then they had an orgy, the end.('Honey' made me add this)~ :3
Just know that th
I always tell people I'm writing, but lately I've been too upset to pick up a pencil. I DO really want to start again, though. It was fun. Gave me an outlet for, feelings and what not.
Spent most of the day with my baby on her b-day, and so glad i banked on her liking poetry. ^_^ I love her like nothing else, and i felt like nothing else existed while with her. Oddly enough, last night was the first night in a while I've stayed asleep all night. I love you, kitty, and sincerely apologize for not being able to go with you to stone mountain. I would've really liked to.