I love you 10/16/2018

​Sounds of bursting pipes filled the tunnel with ear piercing cries of hot steel. The smell of burning invaded my nostrils and smoke puffed in a cloud and wisped upwards to form a mushroom on the ceiling.

My breathing had steadied, I'd stopped for five minutes to catch my breath. I can't be long though, if I dawdle she will catch up with me, and I'll be damned if I'm letting that happen.

I can hear her cries, echoing down the tunnel; those ungodly, harrowing cries. The sound of shuffling feet and snapping bones got louder and louder. I turned around, catching my breath. I could see her shadow when a ray of light fluttered in from above. That's when I saw her, bloodied hair matted amongst her face, barely moving due to the weight and viscosity of the blood; probably weeks old. Her face, crater filled and dead eyes, as dead as the woman I buried.

Ever since she died, her soul has come back for me. I have no idea why. Does she want me to go with her. Will we both die together and live forever after she kills me? I would suppose it's bitter irony, killed by your victim. I buried her weeks ago. The smell of rotting flesh proves that. I feel like I'm powerless to stop my fate. I know it will be painful, but that's what I deserve.

I love you Samantha.