Disorder
by Victoria Grace
She said run,
run as fast as you can.
So I ran
from him
who was draped
in the rotting flesh
of a man.
It was hanging
and drooping
to the floor,
I dared not brush against the curse
as I ran breathless
out the door.
He'd emerged from the shadows
as something
neither dead or alive.
I couldn't hear her screams anymore
and I knew that she hadn't survived.
We had been hiding
for just one day
in what we thought were empty rooms.
We'd been chased for so long,
we were lost in the dust
that had nearly become our tomb.
We had slept those few hours,
dreaming of food and the life
that we once knew.
We woke up then
to his smell.
He was watching us with empty eyes
joined to destroyed tissue.
He had reached out a limb
that was no more a hand
but leftovers of rot.
He grabbed sister's face,
her skin started blistering--
oh God how she fought.
I hated myself for leaving
but there was nothing I could do.
I made it into the freezing night
but the fear inside me burned deep in my skin
and grew.
I smelled the diseased air,
the night sky was a deep smoky black.
I could see her body crawling through the front door.
That wasn't my sister.
I ran and never looked back.
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