#all of the trigger warnings are in the tags for this story bc idk what ppl get triggered by

I am so alone in this massive world.

I mean I am alone.

I am the only one still alive and not dead or a monster.

I became alone after my friends died by my own hands.

I didn't want to end them but I was forced to do it by the others.

they said that they are already infected, that they don't have any emotions, that they are just corpses.

I didn't believe them, but eventually I did it.

the first ones was the worsted, just remembering her already rotter face the spots of black blue and green, the hair already falling off, her lips and the lack of them, her arm was gone while the other had holes in them.

I just remember holding off on not killing them trying to buy her time for the others to att lest try to find a cure, that never happened and me letting the monsters rott longer, until I had enough.

I gave in and closed there eyes.

I needed to buried there corpses after that then clean the hole basement of the blood the flesh and much worse things , only for techno to say a good job kid.

not even a day later another friend got the infection and after two days the basement started filling up again with the monsters that they called .

I made a little graveyard for my dead friends.

the graveyard was on a hill that was next to our ''village''.

I put up a fence that protected the graveyard from the monsters.

over time the graveyard became bigger and it started to become lonelier.

and in the end there was only five left.

there was only four left.

then three.

until it was me and my older brother.

and just like that he rotted away.

and I was left alone.

and the graveyard had one last grave empty.

and it will stay like that forever.

because nobody was there to kill his monster and bury him.

because nobody cared.

because there is nobody who can care for that.

because they are all dead.

all of them except for him.

#hi first chapter next chapter will be longer