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The blood stains...bright red...running through the off-white cracks; dark, crusted hand prints of previous hosts.
I sat with my music box and my gun and its one shot. The sweet melody turned sick in my ears as the groans and banging outside the door began to harmonise: a morose symphony of death and hopelessness. Tears go by silent and unnoticed as I consider my pragmatic bullet. What can you really do when everyone to care for is gone? When the world no longer has something to fight for? All the light has left and what remains is decaying.

Thanks al for the edit job and this pic was a dream sketch of well- me in a zombie infested world. Thankyou Kanna. I saw a pic of a girl in this pose and i loved it that it inspired me to draw my dream her work is awsome check it out!

Description
The blood stains...bright red...running through the off-white cracks; dark, crusted hand prints of previous hosts.
I sat with my music box and my gun and its one shot. The sweet melody turned sick in my ears as the groans and banging outside the door began to harmonise: a morose symphony of death and hopelessness. Tears go by silent and unnoticed as I consider my pragmatic bullet. What can you really do when everyone to care for is gone? When the world no longer has something to fight for? All the light has left and what remains is decaying.

Thanks al for the edit job and this pic was a dream sketch of well- me in a zombie infested world. Thankyou Kanna. I saw a pic of a girl in this pose and i loved it that it inspired me to draw my dream her work is awsome check it out!