I Fear Monologue

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I’ve spent awhile trying to figure out where I’m going and the only thing I’ve realize is it doesn’t matter, it’s how I get there. I’ve been strolling the area and scraping for food. It’s not easy. My surrounding does not feel the same. I try to overcome boundaries but I always think something’s holding me back. Maybe it’s me or the fact that outside is like the walking dead. I feel like a living corpse, I’ve been around them so long! I think I’m paranoid. I wish that all my problems would vanish, but all my effects seem to be futile. I am wasting energy thinking I’m okay. I feel like I’m suffering ng from the lack of food. I can’t maintain my sanity. The little time gain from escaping those zombies has offset the anger which I have been holding

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