[Not sure about this post. I have been trying to nudge my way back into fiction, but it just doesn’t seem to be happening (at least, not in the way I expected it to)… Methinks it makes for clunky reading. But hey, it can only get better when you think you’ve hit rock bottom, right?]
Nothing can stop the descent into the abyss. You lingered on the edge, tentatively looking into the darkness. You wanted to tear your eyes away, as people do when a terrible accident unfolds before them, yet a macabre fascination drew you in. It pulled you too far over the edge, and down you went.
The drop continues. Is it gravity? Does gravity even exist in that realm where lost souls infinitely wander and sink towards nothingness? Or perhaps it is magnetism – after all, opposites attract, and thus the purest have the greatest fall.
Mouth gapes, a black hollow rasping and gasping for air. Chest rises and falls, trying to fill stale lungs with fresh oxygen. Eyes snap open. Light blinds you. Hand against the forehead, you squint and drag yourself into a sitting position.
Still alive, then.
Yet there is something odd about the mouth. It feels dry and awkward. The tongue wipes saliva over the lips and teeth. Now you discover the slightest yet unmistakable shift in the mouth’s architecture: the canines on both the lower and upper have elongated slightly. Like an animal.
A newly devised creature, you stagger and stumble, bumbling, to your feet. Bewildered, you look around. Bodies everywhere, drenched in blood. Even the ground has turned red with it.
You know you should feel something – perhaps horror, surprise, disgust – yet in its place is an emptiness. The blood calls to you.
And a hunger rises within.