At the end of a long and winding road, there

At the end of a long and winding road, there was a run down shack of a house. I had been walking for days with no sign of anyone. I needed food and water. Where had everyone

gone? It was like every single human being had simply vanished without any word of warning. The shack was the first sign of civilization I had seen in weeks.

But the shack was dark, with the faint light casting irregular shadows on its surface. I approached it hesitantly, gripping a dagger in my right hand. I heard the snap of a branch

somewhere in the gloom ahead. I paused, my eyes raking through the darkness for the slightest hint of movement. Nothing. I held the dagger before me and crept towards the shack.

my hand as I waited, bored and cold for the feckin' shadows to quit screwing around and become something...stabbable. I sat miserable in the dark, I had this cool dagger, I was

a notorious serial killer..what more could a man want? Yet I felt incomplete, somehow. A rustle from betwixt the shadows alerted my attention.Twas a she, also keen to slay innocent

angels. What has become of the world. It was probably Justin Beiber's fault. But enough of that, she was getting ready to attack. I started to slowly crawl from my hiding spot behi

-nd my own eyeballs. From there I oozed out of my ear and seeped into the netherworld between the dimensions, hoping that neither angel or demon would look for me there. But there

I bubbled & festered for eternity. So I re-entered my body, which had traveled back in time & had been mummified by Egyptians. They rejoiced when I rose from the dead. "It worked!"