God help me. I found Dad today... I didn't think it was him, but... the face. The zombies didn't touch him. I think... he was becoming like them. Didn't know it was him until I found that old book near him. No more killing. I just need to go. Can't forget the book. All I have left of him. It's warm against the stone. I'll just rest a while...
Zeda Ennd · Fri Jul 10, 2009 @ 05:23pm · 0 Comments |