"They've forgotten about you, ya know." the little voice chimed in from just behind her left ear. It fed better when she was on the verge of crying so these past few weeks had been an absolute feast for it as she struggled to understand why she'd been left behind and where everyone else had gone.
She'd already tried their former meet-up points and all the nooks and crannies where they hid their messages but all she found was dust and scraps of cloth she hoped were covered in rust. At one point she found a small tin box full of nail clippings which gave her as much hope as it did disgust.
Still the little voice continued to chip away at her like so many ex-boyfriends had tried and failed to do. Most of the time she was too busy avoiding the carrion collectors to notice that it kept telling her to jump in front of the blades and join all the others in death.
But then it picked up on her fear of being the last human standing and it had been digging into that like it was its last meal. And maybe it was. Maybe she'd finally find where everyone had gone to and she'd be rid of the nasty little voice for good.
Until then she spent her days fighting back tears and trying to breathe like a dog so the carrion collectors would think she was there to join in their feeding and not escape from it instead. They all seemed to have fresh blood running through their drains so at least there'd been other humans recently.
It wasn't much but it was all she had to go on.
She'd already tried their former meet-up points and all the nooks and crannies where they hid their messages but all she found was dust and scraps of cloth she hoped were covered in rust. At one point she found a small tin box full of nail clippings which gave her as much hope as it did disgust.
Still the little voice continued to chip away at her like so many ex-boyfriends had tried and failed to do. Most of the time she was too busy avoiding the carrion collectors to notice that it kept telling her to jump in front of the blades and join all the others in death.
But then it picked up on her fear of being the last human standing and it had been digging into that like it was its last meal. And maybe it was. Maybe she'd finally find where everyone had gone to and she'd be rid of the nasty little voice for good.
Until then she spent her days fighting back tears and trying to breathe like a dog so the carrion collectors would think she was there to join in their feeding and not escape from it instead. They all seemed to have fresh blood running through their drains so at least there'd been other humans recently.
It wasn't much but it was all she had to go on.
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