Death. I remember it vividly. the isolating silents that washes over you, taking hold of the morbid life you once lived.i can tell you death is like sitting in a grim, bleak room were your engulfed by darkness. you become just like an ice sculpture. it's horrible. the vile, foul, sour smell that suffercates you. the repulsive gloom that leaves you motionless. then you wake but not as you once hoped. hope burns. one thing you need to know is how to survive. I learnt that the hard way.

the namds zero or at least that's what i call myself. it fits so nicely dont you think. a nothing called nothing. place in a world full of emptyness.

down the corrador a smal, room no different to mine was accompanied by a small, girl that lay on the ground in the corner undisturbed. I almost mistakes her for sleeping if only I never waked closer to see that she had no stomach. her belly had been ripped open. nothing remained. i tripped back opposite this fragile girl i tried not to make much noise incase what happened to her would happen to me.

a silent cry came out as her blood i tripped in fell on the floor. i step over them one by one trying to make sense of what was happening. screeches echoed throughout room. . it was unsatiating. at this point i couldn't tell how long i had been in this trance but it felt like an eternity. i was alone. left to rot. i tried to imitation what happened but nothing expectation came not until I awoke that is.

the corridor was black, the only thing i could see was blood on the walls and floors, windows smashed and worst of all restless body's on the floor. i step over them one by one trying to make sense of what was happening.

i ran outside to see no one not a single soul was out there, no light breeze all that remained was the dingy, heavy, bitter cold air it filled my lungs and suffocated me. i continued to run as far as i could trying to find answers. but it was empty or at least gibberish it was useless to me so I throw it to the ground. stumbled to my feet, sprinting.

that's when I saw it. a creature so large i couldn't make out any features. it took everyone from this world. I quickly dashed into a shop close by and hide under the counter, hoping it didn't spot me.

I sat playing my cold hands clenched together waiting to be woken up from this bad dream. they never did. The cold bit at me, my dress was a simple light weight dress. it had no pockets. the blood stand out against the pail life less world around. needless to say I was not dressed for this adventure. as soon as I was certain that it was safer. I walked outside and found a corpses that were of a simular size. the clothes fitted well. I layered my gray dress under my baggy jeans . the shoes were a bit big but fit enough. I wear multiple jumpers trying to bcombate The cold. my thick hair dangled past my jaw down to my waist. my persing blue eyes may have bin the only thing with colour.

A shard of glass lay next to me on the counter. I corshersly picked it up and made my way to a brocken door that lead the way upstairs. the staircase echoed though the silence. every step gave a shiver down my back. still holding the glass is sat down on the floor and found a small hand mirror. I grabbed my hair and cut.

hair fell almost graciously. I stood up and shakedown as much hair from my self as i could, i search for anything useful but just like the hospital everything was ransacked and brocken. Windows baracaded to the point even if there were sun light it wouldn't have been able to come through. all I could do was sit in the conner and hang my head betweem my legs. God knows I tried to remember what happened, but I couldn't.

like I said before I remember death like an old friend. it takes a hold of you and never let's you go in fear that you may one day leave. and one day you might. you might get to relive a new life and start again but for everyone else your stuck in this place. trust me I know now that what ever did in my last life before getting here doesn't matter. I could have been good or bad. but right now it's life or death. it's kill or be killed. it now fairly tail with a happy ending God I hope it was.

living living in fear every second for so long like I have trying not to get court, finding sanctuary and all by escaping the worst possible fate. I can't remember who I am whoops I once was. left in a world were you can only feel the bitter cold. I once called it hell but I found it was wrong, even the truly good come hear. it's a place for the unwanted, the untrusted, a place thay may make or break you, my home.

I used to be afraid but after years of being hear it just the way. the way after death. for people like us it's the only way. December's every day and there's no such thing as happy, warm thoughts. it's it's a place you can never escape. I've tried. it will always come and we will always be it's pray.

but if you ever find yourself giving up on this life you've been dragged into. heres my guide on how to survive.