A Dead Boy's Journal.

I wake to an awful stench, a smell so grotesque that I could bare it no more. I cover my mouth with one hand, trying not to puke, and struggle to my feet. I look around and realise that I am no longer at home.

“Aw… my head… Where am I? Where is that horrific stench coming from?” I say to myself.

I stand in a valley and what looks like a battlefield...or what was a battlefield. The foul smell that I awoke to, was the sent of rotted corpses decaying in the darkness of night. The full moon casts a magnificent glow this night. But I wishes it didn't. As I stare motionless at the sight of men dressed in armor you would only see in movies and plays, lay still in front of him.

“What's going on?” I say.

I look to see an old man lying still in a pool of blood.

“Hey guy...are you alright?” my voice trembling and heart racing, as I speak those words.

I reach over to turn the body.

“Sir?...” I say.

The word shakes as I speak.

As the body rolls onto its back, I am met face to flesh with the old man's insides turned outside. Brutally ripped out, and his face unrecognizable.

“What the f**k...” I rip my hand back from the corpse.

After seeing such a sigh I couldn't stop  myself from vomiting out what I had for dinner that night. I take a few steps back. When I trip over another body.

“S**t!” I shout as I trip.

The wind is knocked out of me as I hit the ground. I shutter my eyes to keep myself from seeing what I think is another brutally disfigured body.

Written By: JMet

Author's Note

I'm actually done with this story this is literally where it ends.

I am no professional writer I am mainly writing for fun and merely thought it would be nice to hear opinions from others on my work.