The Shallow Diary, Day 7
MAY 26th-
The dying, they die slow, in the Furnace Houses. They see the pain rise from under the skin, and explode into the agony of flesh torn asunder. We, the living dead, can sometimes hear the echoes of the dying, as a multitude of scorched flesh victims scream in unison. Perfection of a machine race to kill, slowly, and methodically. Precision, in systematically disassembling a human body. The flesh, and muscle, and bone, all the parts that make up a human being, laid out on a table, to be examined, and researched, and displayed. Though it begs the question, what exactly are they looking for. We fell like dominoes to their initial onslaught, what little could be gleamed from a weaker race, what indeed.
MAY 26th-
The dying, they die slow, in the Furnace Houses. They see the pain rise from under the skin, and explode into the agony of flesh torn asunder. We, the living dead, can sometimes hear the echoes of the dying, as a multitude of scorched flesh victims scream in unison. Perfection of a machine race to kill, slowly, and methodically. Precision, in systematically disassembling a human body. The flesh, and muscle, and bone, all the parts that make up a human being, laid out on a table, to be examined, and researched, and displayed. Though it begs the question, what exactly are they looking for. We fell like dominoes to their initial onslaught, what little could be gleamed from a weaker race, what indeed.