Prologue
I’ve never been afraid of death.
I’ve never considered how I would die, or the possibilities of me dying any tragic deaths. People come and go, either from murder, suicide, overdose, old age, childbirth, etc. You still die. There’s no way of avoiding it.
So, it wasn’t really a surprise to me when death came barreling towards me; they were ticking us off like bugs.
Killing us one by one
One after the other.
They wanted you to feel fear, the terror and the stages of you losing your mind of when they would come or how long it would take. The world as we know it isn’t what it seems, there’s darkness pouring from beneath the seams not yet visible to those around; this isn’t our world anymore, no, it's theirs now.
And killing me will be just the beginning of something greater.