The Witch's Moans.

It's just a story, kay? A story.

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Her life was already given away. Without him, she's dead as well. She had surrendered to him, her mind, her heart, her soul. She's in love.

It was like paradise being with him. Every second around him seemed like a eternity, but then when she leaves him she can't wait for the moment to be with him again.

And there came the tragedy. The tragedy that broke her heart, that ended her life.

News spreaded like the virus, infecting the whole town. About a virus spreading around the world, a virus that could not be cured, a virus that you can't run away from, a virus that changes the mind of the human, to a zombie.

" I'm running for my damn life. "

But for her, that's nothing. All that it matters is him. Knowing that she couldn't escape fate, her wish is to spend the last moment with him. Her love that is so strong, that even the virus couldn't change it.

" I don't care if you want to stay here and turn into a ugly zombie. "

Everywhere was in chaos. People packing their things, running for their dearly lives. Children crying, people sobbing, everyone was in despair. It was only her that's calm, like there's nothing going on at all. At least, when she's with him.

" So stop following me like a dog. "

Even the virus is deadly, there's nothing as deadly as when he broke up with her. While she only wanted to be with him, even it means dying and turning into a zombie, unfortunately that wasn't what he thinks.

" I don't care about you anymore, go away and leave me alone. "

It took some time for her to actually understand what he said, but it was too late. The virus came and infected everyone, turning almost everyone into a zombie.

She turned into a zombie. Her face is white and pale, her hands turned into claws, her clothes had rip apart. She noticed that her eyes were glowing red when she looked at a broken mirror, and how ugly she was.

She sat on the ground, her face in her hands, sobbing like there's no end. His words were still clearly in her mind, repeating like a voice recorder, reminding of the horrible memory. All that she ever wanted is to be loved by him.

She felt frustrated, on how she wasted her love on a stupid guy. She felt anger, that he didn't appreciated her love. When things couldn't get any worse, people had to disturb her when she's in grief. Now she just wanted to cry her heart out, but instead people are bugging her at the wrong moment.

She roars, red eyes beaming in the dark. Her sharp claws thirst for blood, to kill anyone who startles her. Chasing her victims with horrifying speed and pushes them to cold floor, finishing them off with strong blows.

No one could stop her. Her anger and sorrows in her heart. Her sobs and cries echo everywhere, that's the sign of the Witch.

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