Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180819160242/@comment-3293219-20180823235258

Hamilton rubbed his neck, shaking his head as he wiped his eyes, rather discretely.

"Trust me, I've been thinking it over, again and again for thirty years... Words don't do it justice. Every night, you lay waiting for them to come back and do something else to you. Every time it would be something you wouldn't expect.

Had to kill a man, with my bare hands. Tore his throat open, with my teeth... They gave us his corpse, that night and told us that if we didn't eat it, we didn't eat. Had to tear him apart, like feral ghouls. Hetti snapped one of his bones over her mouth and drank the blood that ran out of it.

Worst part was that we all sat back, afterwards and it felt normal. We'd done it three times now, it was just... what we were used to. We'd talk to one another, share stories to pass the time. The person you confided in the night before was a feast come morning.

Hetti was the only one I remember by name... Didn't intend to get attatched but she got in my head, beautiful dark hair, equally black eyes. Flawless skin...

She was my first... First erm... Fuck that is. In the corner of that room, with nine others trying to ignore us. She was a caravanner's daughter, from a small town, shack town... Dunno why she took a shine to me, guess I was the least likely to give her a disease.

Maybe she liked me as a person, though I doubt it...

She and I made it to the end, even helped eachother, when we could. To what end, neither of us knew but it was good to have someone on the inside. Someone to trust and put stock in... Though that left us, in the end. Just the two of us, with only one survivor permitted."