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Letters from a Nightmare
By Jennifer A. Yohe

Hell doesn't want them.
Hell doesn't need them.
Hell doesn't love them.
The Devil's Rejects…

I remember when Singville was once a thriving town, full of life, love, and laughter. Everyone knew everyone else. Singville was the kind of peaceful place that you would see in movies, with the classic American families living perfect lives.

But not anymore.

After a series of nuclear experiments gone violently wrong, Singville became an isolated, abandoned shell of a town placed under military quarantine. No one lived there anymore.

No one alive, anyway.

Just a seemingly endless hoard of undead.

I remember the first time I saw them with their sunken eyes and bluish skin, staggering toward me. The look of horror on my face would’ve traumatized any living human.

So I did the first thing that came to mind.

I ran.

Ran to a nearby store. Ran straight to the hunting department – or what was left of it. Stocked up on guns and bullets.

I’d never fired a gun before then, so all I could do was pull the trigger and hope for the best.

Hell doesn't want them.
Hell doesn't need them.
Hell doesn't love them.
The Devil's Rejects…

Now, firing a gun is something I’ve long past grown used to. I kill probably one or two hundred of them per day. Basic survival instinct.

Near the beginning of this terror, I tricked myself into thinking the military would come through this deserted wasteland to look for survivors. It became such a strong thought that I began hearing sirens. Every time that happened, the same thought ran through my head: I’m getting out of this nightmare…

…but that was months ago.

Now I’ve given up all hope of ever seeing another living being. The sun is setting; normally I would have enjoyed watching it.

But all I can think about is nightfall.

I’m low on ammunition.

Live for the family,
Die with the family,
All is the family,
My gun is running out…

This letter is for survivors, military, or government. If you’re reading this, either you found me or it’s too late.

END
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"Now I know what a TV dinner feels like."

-Bruce Willis, Die Hard

[Larsen M. Callirhoe]

i enjoyed this very thouroughly. thanxs,
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Comments and Critiques are welcomed!

Larsen M. Callirhoe ~~