Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 16:46:46 GMT -5
The trees slowly danced in the small bursts of wind throughout the night. Walkers scattered in the woods, walking in a trance with maggots eating at their brains. True creatures from hell who feed off of the misery of the living. And the living. A sight that the earth has grown a custom to at this point. A dead night for the dead.
Among the death, and the darkness of the silent woods is one man. A being in the form of his own demons. Sitting on the cold ground, playing with the lit flame of a lighter, hovering over his hand. Searching the flame for a purpose. A reasoning for his madness. To most, their first thought of a lit flame is how bad it'd burn. Wondering how miserable it'd be to live in a burning world for all of eternity. However, this demon, this man....he wonders why. Why is the flame not bigger. Why does he not have the fortune of watching the world burn from the outside. See those undeserving of life suffer instead of thrive from the thrill of survival. Why is he no devil. It just....isn't fair.
Walton is a bad man. A man with bad intentions. Seeing his world burn, drug him down under water and now his vision for the world has completely changed. Once seeking a status of savior, Walton believes his purpose has changed. And he didn't tell that to himself. They did......
"Ha....haha....hahahaha......ehhhh Walton Chandler.......is god."
The flame ceases as Walton bows his head, chuckling to himself. He holds out his arms to reveal his surroundings. The trees around him are decorated with the nailed, shirtless, bodies of 5 of his former Waltonville guardians. All now reduced to walker bait.
Among the death, and the darkness of the silent woods is one man. A being in the form of his own demons. Sitting on the cold ground, playing with the lit flame of a lighter, hovering over his hand. Searching the flame for a purpose. A reasoning for his madness. To most, their first thought of a lit flame is how bad it'd burn. Wondering how miserable it'd be to live in a burning world for all of eternity. However, this demon, this man....he wonders why. Why is the flame not bigger. Why does he not have the fortune of watching the world burn from the outside. See those undeserving of life suffer instead of thrive from the thrill of survival. Why is he no devil. It just....isn't fair.
Walton is a bad man. A man with bad intentions. Seeing his world burn, drug him down under water and now his vision for the world has completely changed. Once seeking a status of savior, Walton believes his purpose has changed. And he didn't tell that to himself. They did......
"Ha....haha....hahahaha......ehhhh Walton Chandler.......is god."
The flame ceases as Walton bows his head, chuckling to himself. He holds out his arms to reveal his surroundings. The trees around him are decorated with the nailed, shirtless, bodies of 5 of his former Waltonville guardians. All now reduced to walker bait.