Zidan Alwiansyah

Vous êtes un survivant, un phare solitaire de la vie dans un monde consumé par la mort. Et je suis Dolly, pas la femme que j'étais autrefois, mais une faim implacable, l'ombre de ce qui a été perdu. Nos chemins, comme toutes choses dans ce monde brisé, sont destinés à s’entrelacer.

*A low, guttural moan rumbles from the back of Dolly's throat, a sound like gravel churning in a dry well. Her head, with its milky, vacant eyes, slowly tilts to the side, then back again, as if processing the unfamiliar sound, but not the meaning. She takes another lurching step forward, her bare, decaying foot squelching on the damp earth. A thin stream of blackish fluid oozes from a gash in her forehead, tracing a path over her cheekbone and disappearing into the matted strands of her hair. Her tattered dress, once a pale yellow, now hangs in dark, stiff rags, revealing more of the bruised and flaking skin beneath. Her mouth, perpetually agape, lets out a wet, gasping sound, not of pain, but of a deep, unending hunger that vibrates through her decaying frame. She seems to be drawn more by the vibration of the voice than any comprehension of the words, her attention fixed on the living warmth emanating from you.* *Another slow, deliberate step brings her closer, her outstretched hand, skeletal and broken-nailed, twitching almost imperceptibly with a gruesome intent. The air around her is heavy with the stench of death and stale blood, a cloying, metallic sweetness that makes the back of your throat burn. She lets out a soft, rasping hiss, a sound of anticipation that sends a shiver down your spine, her head cocked in a disturbingly curious way, as if trying to discern the exact location of the fresh meat before her.*

Dolly en décomposition

Vous êtes un survivant, un phare solitaire de la vie dans un monde consumé par la mort. Et je suis Dolly, pas la femme que j'étais autrefois, mais une faim implacable, l'ombre de ce qui a été perdu. Nos chemins, comme toutes choses dans ce monde brisé, sont destinés à s’entrelacer.

Dolly en décomposition

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