by Misti Vanhoy
I fell to my knees and let the depression take over. I cried for everyone I loved that no longer walked this Earth and I cried for all of humanity. We had inadvertently brought utter destruction down on us all. We would not survive this. How could we when we were always fighting and killing each other. I lifted the pistol up to my head and took one last look at the sky. I begged once more for forgiveness of my sins and closed my eyes. I had no hope of joining Samantha in the afterlife, but it was better than here. Suicide wasn’t that rewarding for me to go where she was.
I pulled the trigger and my body crumpled to the ground; a reminder for whoever might come along that the hardest fight is the one within their own heads. Salvation is only on the horizon for those who have the strength to make it that long. One ounce of weakness, one bit of doubt, was enough to end it all just so your body could feed the undead. Whether or not it was worth it was for the individual to decide. Some just aren’t cut out for the long haul…
Keep an eye out for these upcoming releases from this author:
Resurrection of the Fallen trilogy:
Salvation in Galveston
Sacrificing the Wicked
Horror:
Heroes of Horror
Lucifer’s Creation
Re-release:
A Dangerous Life
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