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| Tay | Dec 7 2011, 12:08 AM Post #1 |
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My name is Anna Beth. I live in a village right in the Forest of Hands and Teeth. The only thing keeping us seperated from the unconsecrated is a chain-linked fence. I live with my father and older brother right now. My mother and sister were lost to the Unconsecrated many years ago. I'm fifteen now, soon I'll be eligible for marrying and birthing. Father says it won't be long until some-one asks for my hand in marriage. I am tall and with whispy black hair and dark green eyes. Anna Beth XIV. XIV stands for the village we live in. I stare at the Unconsecrated, wondering about their former lives. I watch as they scrabble over one another, their hollow voices moaning for the only thing they crave. Our flesh. I wonder if they can think.. When I witnessed my twin sister, Annie turning she seemed to recgonize me at first but it could've been my imagination. As for my mother, we haven't seen her since she was placed off into The Forest of Hands and Teeth. It's hard to think about what the Unconsecrated looked like before they died and Returned. They are now a paleish blue-green, their eyes a continues sulking, sunked back into their heads. Their fingers are all disheveled, broken back from continues clawing at the chain-linked fence. I wonder what would happen in a Breach. They are very slow, but work in large numbers making them affective. We aren't allowed closed to the fence. I no longer see my sisters pale face at the fence, moaning for flesh, her eyes seeming empty and dull. The last time I had seen her she'd been pulling herself along, dragging. She had been close to the end of her Return already. In truth, there was no end, once they could go longer move they would simply lie there for eternity, staring down at the ground or up at the sky. There would be only an infinity lust for the remaining human flesh. I had known since I was young the dangers of the Unconsecrated. A simple scratch could not infect you. But a bite was fatal, no matter how small it might be. The smaller the bite, the longer hours you had left to live A tiny bite could lead to you lasting two more days, but a large bite could last you thirty minutes to an hour. I wonder what people thought in those last dying hours of life. Were they in pain? Did they start to forget who they were? I didn't want to know. (will write more later) Edited by Tay, Dec 7 2011, 09:08 PM.
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