ext_249119 ([identity profile] lapinenoireuk.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] zg_shadows2009-02-09 06:47 pm

Someone to watch over ,,,,,

The crack of the ratkin's spine was the only noise in the house apart from the distant echoes of faraway ambulances and fire engines.

The body slumped to the ground and began to stink as it's bowels voided themselves.

But he didn't care and stepped over the slowly cooling corpse to peer out into the night to a scene from a dream - a gypsy caravan and the white picket fence around it now lit by the moonlight and the distant flames of a burning city.

He sighed - a habit that he had never got out of - and, as he slowly faded into the darkness, whispered as if to himself " "I morti non solo piu soli...."