

the dead wanderMal opened hsi eyes slowly, trying to get them to adjust to the static coming from the T.V. "Hello?" he called out in the house. He stood up from the recliner. "Hello?" he called out again, he jumped when there was a loud thump against the floor above him. As he made his way up the stairs he heard a soft moaning sound, as well as somthing tearing. He opened the door to his parents bedroom where the sounds were coming from, blood covered the floor and his father was kneeling over his mothers body his hand was scooping out one of her eyes. Mal screamed and stummbled away from the door. His father turned his head toward Mal his eyes were cloudythe dead wander
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Smoke is but an illusion of the mind, Mirrors are but portals to the soul.
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Smoke is but an illusion of the mind, Mirrors are but portals to the soul.
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Smoke is but an illusion of the mind, Mirrors are but portals to the soul.
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"I don't like being a bastard, but they leave me no choice."
-Marshal Law, "The Hateful Dead"
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Smoke is but an illusion of the mind, Mirrors are but portals to the soul.
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