He was here but this wasn’t his destination. He was trying to get home. Ha, home. It felt like home now, but it wasn’t really home, was it? It was that other colt’s home, the name is slipping from his mind. He could not even focus on the name of the place he was trying to get to anymore – it felt as though it was hidden behind a fog.
A fog made out of sulphur, like the one following him around.
His entire mind is slipping from him but it doesn’t feel bad. There are certain drives propelling him forward, mostly the need to get back to home. That cold land where everyone looked like him. It felt important, to go there and to infect everyone that he could. He was carrying a great gift and he felt excited to spread it to them as soon as possible.
He was close, he knew, but he wasn’t entirely sure which way to go now. It was hard, only being able to see through one eye while the other dangled uselessly from the socket. It made a funny little thwack every time he moved his head too quickly – banging against his hollow cheek. His eyes had clouded over when he changed, much like the rest of them – the good one nothing more than a dull black and the other, after popping out, had become infested with mould. Well, he didn’t know that because he couldn’t see it but his writer knows and so will anyone walking up.
Crake did not feel like Crake anymore. He had changed, shifted. He wondered if there were others like him, if they felt this way. If they couldn’t remember who they were or where they were from. “Basin.” The word slipped from the puke-green colt’s mouth as he remembered, his voice rough and accompanied by a fit of coughing.
So much fungus in his lungs, so much fungus everywhere. It bled through his skin, creating patches that bled with his blood and black ooze.
And always that cloud.
Evening was coming, promise of those awful lights dancing across the sky soon. He longed for the darkness and the shadows that had birthed this form. They would caress him and make him feel strong. Strong enough to make the journey to his home.
CRAKE
the night is dark and full of terrors
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Open for anyone who's interested!
So zombie-crake is zombie - he carries a rather nasty infection that could spread through touch or the air if he got close enough. He won't try to infect/attack your character unless you give me permission to do so, otherwise you can feel free to harass him a bit ;)
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