As my eyes open my limbs flex in shock. There is a liquid in them, around my entire body too. Tubes run up each nostril and all that meets my skin is the warm glass that surrounds. There is binding on my limbs and around my neck. Without a conscious thought, a choice, my body does what any must to survive. Every muscle is stronger than it should ever be and there is no mental restraint on the force I can use. Snapped bones are preferable to death. In this way, my captors have underestimated my strength. The liquid rushes out of the newly shattered glass and I step out, looking around a full white room, with masked people in blue. The liquid drips off my body, unable to speak I glare at them.

" It's time." A man said, his voice was rasping, like an old man, even though his eyes was young.

"It's your grandfather, he did this to you, so you know what's happening. Do you remember?" A woman says as the hypodermic needle, she held, grew as I watched it. " It's so clear your voice, you won't feel anything." She added someone took my arm, my heart gave a hard thump before I rip my arm away. The burning sensation in my throat grew more, as I do so. I grab my throat as tear grew in my eyes.

" You need it before this condition grows worse!" Another man yells, I feel a rush of dizziness and a pain shot through my head, everything grew black. Death surrounds me, my heartbeat's slowing down. I won't take this world's abuse, I won't give up or refuse.

Once again, I wake up in a strand room, but a hospital, the smells lingers everywhere. Looking around the room there was a curtain, I slowly get up, not feeling dizzy but relief. I felt something pulling me towards the other side of the curtain. I hold onto my infusion pole, walking over to the curtain, I hear a heavy uneven breathing. Moving the curtain slowly revealing the person next to me my heart begins to race, the lit room began to darken making every movement frightening. Relieving, my grandfather's torn apart face, emotion stir up in my head, I fall on my knees in his bed.

" Grandfather!" I wimpier as hot tears fall from my face, I grab his wand which genitally squeezes mine. I look up from the floor to him as his soft eyes look at me.

" My dear..." he starts to say taking wheezing breaths, " I'm sorry what I put you through... but I needed to show you... that's going to happen... you need to fix it... be strong... save us... you can do that for me... Right?" he says taking painful breaths, all I can do is nod, wiping away my tears. Comprehending what he said he points to the bag, and whispers. " Goodbye."

The next thing I realize he flatlines, the long extended high pitch noise, I feel lonely. Staring at him I don't move, I just barely whisper " Grandfather." I feel empty as nurse's rush in pulling me away, all I could hear is the noise but I saw their mouths moving. As they close the curtain again, I turn outside to the first snow fall.

Hours later Alex, a distant friend, comes and discharge me. Grabbing my grandfather's thing and mine, we leave. My tears give me fits, coming, and going, rethinking what he said. Alex brings be outside as the show falls, the cold snowflakes fall on my warm cheeks.

" Suffocation, no breathing, I don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding... Do you even care if I die bleeding? Would it be wrong? Would it be right? If I took my life tonight, chances are that I might... Mutilation outta sight and I'm contemplating suicide. Cause I'm losing my sight losing my mind. Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine, even though I'm not." I say to Alex as I stare into the distance.

"If you feel so empty, so used up, so let down If you feel so angry. So, ripped off, so stepped on you're not the only one. Refusing to back down, you're not the only one. If you feel so filthy so dirty, so fucked up If you feel so walked on so painful, so pissed off you're not the only one refusing to go down, so get up." Alex says as he stands up looking pissed off that he as to be here.

"This is how it feels when you're bent and broken, this is how it feels when your dignity's stolen. When everything I love is leaving, I hold on to what I believe in. The last thing I heard was him whispering goodbye and then I heard him flatline. You were never here for me!" I say catching my breath, grabbing his shirt pulling him close to me as I glare at him. Staring into his deep eyes, I let go and walk away. With each stride, her mind became more clear, more resolute as if the growing physical distance between everyone had now become an emotional chasm. A future I would mound, build, direct. Then with each stride after that, I felt more in charge, in command of my own mind, body, and soul.

Getting my grandfathers, I found an old book of myths and remedies, witchcraft. I found it interesting by its familiar cravings in the cover. Feeling like this was a deja vu, I close my eyes, my thought came rushing at me, about the end, how dark it was, how scary everything was. I quickly remembered everything about the end, how this book helped me, get to the church. But where was I?

Going back to my own study I begin reading where I left up reading 'Look around and all evil walking dead disguised as real people. It's kill or be killed 'cause life is not forever. It comes apart and then it falls together. The world I've grown to know unforgiving and so cold.' Why would it say that? Thinking about it I go to the graveyard. Rows of tombstones stood erect in silence to the left and right, in front and behind, like a sea of the dead. Some were crumbled with the weathering of centuries, some were smooth marble with new black writing and laid with floral tributes. Most, though, were overgrown and unkempt, for now, even their mourners had joined them under the clay soil. And upon the hill a new grave had been dug to await its new occupant. The black hearse slowly wended its way down the central lane followed by a procession of black limousines. I look closely at one of the tombstones, it looks like someone was trying to dig it up, leaving a dirty hand print on the tombstone. Does this mean, there will be... no there are Zombies?

" Why is this happening? What is Causing this?" I say looking at the whole, but it looks like it came from underground, not the other way around.

" Maybe it someone close to you, or maybe not." a familiar voice says, I stand up looking over to him, the vampire looked so bored. He raised his heavy lids and stared at me through pink eyes. With the paper-white hand rises, like he was waving to me. " It's you again..." I say as I smell his sweet scent of roses.

" Will you help me again?" I say walking towards him, he nods slowly. He points to the north, in the distance, there was a light but it was a bit blurry because of the snow. The snow starts to fall harder and harder, walking with him we get to the light, a small cottage house. Knocking at the door, no one answered, but the light was on, opening the old wood door I get inside. Looking around finding no one, how weird. Outside rages a blizzard so strong that the familiar sight of our street has been almost erased. The flakes fall slowly and the air is almost still, but it is so thick that it almost obscures the view completely. As I look upwards I feel almost as if I'm flying upward rather than watching the crystals fall, like oversize confetti, towards me.

" Why are you helping me?" I ask walking away from the window.

" Your grandfather, wished for me to protect you. Which I didn't do before." He says as he walks into the dark.

" My grandfather... How was I in another world, but when I woke up I was in this liquid. My grandfather died twice, both times. How?" I ask as I sit on the couch, facing the dark area where he went.

" I don't know everything, but he told me if you have the book you can save us." He says in the dark, but he points to the bag with the book in it.

"So, this is the key?" I ask holding it close.

" Yes, if you lose it, there is no going back." He says in a more serious tone. I nod as I feel my eyes get heavy before I knew it I was asleep.