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The Infestation

Written By: Drake Nehling

Fiction
My memories are fading after each use. It's beginning to take over my body at this point. I can feel the inhuman jerks and twitches of my body, the feeling of unnatural movements. Movements that arn't my own. This infestation is starting to erode my mind, stealing my memories as payment for it's powers. I remember very little of my life beyond the infestation. My vision is getting blurry, and I forgot where I am and why I'm here. A feeling lingers. A purpose, long consumed by this monster. There's something I have to do. Someone I have to save. The reason I took this monster in, gave it my body as it's home, and let it eat me alive. My eyes are dried over with blood, and my ears ring, louder than anything I've ever heard before. It drowns all things out, except for the whispers from the infestation. It whispers answers to me, telling me that he's taken majority of my body, and almost all of my memories. This body is no longer mine. Oddly enough, I feel nothing when I'm told that. I'd expect to be devastated. I feel as if I knew, one day, this would happen, but I still did it. Why, though? What or who is that important? That I'd give my life up without a second thought, and experience this disgusting feeling? It's stopped answering my questions. Clearly something he doesn't like talking about. I clear my vision and I can make out shapes again. The land around me was destroyed, covered in dead grass and large holes in the ground, all varying in sizes. I turn my head and I can make out a figure on the floor a few feet from me. A woman? Looks young. Young enough to be look for a suitor. It seems a waste. I turn my head infront of me, and I can make out a larger figure standing some hundred feet away from me. The threat. I can feel it's intent to kill from here. I don't know who it is, but seeing it makes the infestation boil my blood. It's attempting to take more from me. I don't think, and just let it. I don't know who I am, where I'm from, where I am now, or who any of these people are. But I have a purpose,a reason to sacrifice my life for her. Her lifeless body lays behind me. I failed her, that I know. What's the point of fighting back this demon that rages inside. If I'm going to die, I might as well die fighting. I don't know what'll happen to my body, or what'll happen after I let go. But I don't know these people, so it doesn't matter to me. Atleast, not anymore.