I cant stop looking.
I cant.
There is no way.

I cant look away.
I can only stare
at the bulging eyes
of the dead.

He is coming.
I cant move.
I'm stuck in ice
as I'm frozen
with fear.

His dark
wrinkly skin,
curls around
his fingers.

Ragged clothes,
scratched
torn,
blow in the wind.

Gnashing teeth
as he bites
the living flesh
off my arm.

I cant scream.
More smell
the fresh,lively smell
of my pulsing blood.

Another comes up.
My arm is yanked
above my head.
I hear a snap.

The bone
from my arm
is protruding
out of my arm.

I'm yanked
off my feet.
My blood is
everywhere.

I feel something
sharp,
smooth
on my neck.

My friend
swings the knife down.
A sorry look in his eyes.

Its dark.
I cant see.
Am I dead?
Or am I a dead living thing?