❛ i used to be so scared of becoming one of them... ❜ heart is tempestuous, thumping wildly against concealment as gilded hues peep out of their prison. a temporary blockage welded shut their barricade ---- yet, faceless strangers continued to claw violently at the door, intent for perpetual famine to cease... thus, spencer can’t help but stare through a besmirched lens, witnessing splintered fingers soil the paint with blood & broken nails. it was darker now, but the pry of the undead never lessened. ❛ used to think, what if i get bit & i get trapped in that... body where my purpose is to run around eating people? but they’re dead... aren’t they? ❜
@delatiierra.