Michael Gorena

Death was only the beginning.

By Michael V Gorena He was always the last one picked for everything and he had accepted it his whole life. Not many friends till after high school. His parents called him a late bloomer and others a loser. That didn’t matter to him anymore. Life for the last year and a half ago hadn’t changed much. He lived alone, walked alone and the only place he could escape was in his mind. He had survived but he always wondered at what cost? With no body around except them walking around aimlessly till they found something to feed on. He liked to sit for hours and just watch them from his roof. Clumsy and stupid until one day he saw her. He now fumbled with the the necklace in his pocket as he thought and stared at her.