Feelings of despair as a hoard of creatures are attacking a man crying for help.
Help!
No one came.
No one heard.
No one listened.
No one worried.
No one looked.
Help!
All alone.
Silent.
Desperation.
The hoard is loose.
Ugly, four legged creatures.
Razor sharp teeth.
Soulless eyes.
They are coming after me,
And it’s too late.
The final plea.
Help!
Hungry and menacing.
Blood thirsty.
Ripping me apart.
Life ebbing away.
DEATH!
Help has arrived
To bury my body.
One last thought.
What took you so long?
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