Death by night's blog: "Just Stuff"

Waking to the stench of rot and fire. Burning, gagging, vile, filth, I reach out from my dirty bed towards the rays of the moon, like the living light to a thriving flower I rise.....

Stretching my way out of the grave, I fight to live again. I stand confused, hungry, cold.....realizing one thing will make all of this pain, bewilderment and hunger go away.

I begin my quest.....the living.....they have what I want. My first step begins the journey to find the lifeblood that will warm my body. I notice, to my surprise, others who embark on the same mission.....rising, walking, living again.....