The World Of B - Blog Posts

Baby, I’ve completely screwed up. I hate feeling like this—it’s pure agony. I’m giving it everything I’ve got, but it never seems to be enough.

Around me, everything’s fallen apart: the silence’s become deafening, and the world’s a chaotic blur. I can’t even piece together the fragments of my life anymore. It’s like I shattered every shard beyond repair.

I bolted from the group. We were one pack, but in a heartbeat, they turned on each other—bloodier than I ever imagined. I should feel lucky to be here, alive… but “lucky” feels like a cruel joke.

Depression claws at me, inch by inch. Loneliness is a living thing, whispering that I don’t belong. I hurt myself today—just to feel something beyond this numb terror. I know you’d hated that, but right now, it’s the only thing that makes me feel… alive.

My luck’s running out. The shrieks and groans of the dead—they’ve become background noise, stripped of their power to terrify me. But don’t be fooled: those shambling horrors will tear you apart if you get too close.

I wish I could keep talking, but the darkness is closing in. At least in my mind, I can still reach you. Stay safe… until we find each other again.

Baby, are you okay? I... I don't know what happened. The world is falling. What even is this? I couldn't reach you. I... I tried to, but I can't. Everyone is running. Everything is damaged. Baby, I love you, and I hope to reach you someday before dying. But I will do whatever it takes for you—whatever it takes to reach you.

I have to go. I'm sorry—they're near us. I will talk to you soon. Be safe, baby.

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