Das seltsame Buch - Académie de Nancy-Metz

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Dust Eaters
Minnesota, (A.K.A : the North Star State), U.S.
We all imagine ourselves as the agents of our destiny, capable of determining our own fate. But do we
truly have any choice when we rise? Or when we fall? Or does a force larger than ourselves bid us to go
that way? Is it evolution that takes us by the hand? Does science point our way to us? Or is it God who
intervenes, keeping us safe?
What the hell am I doing with my life? Well, I just want to connect, make a link with people, share
something; I want to feel needed, useful. I want to leave some sort of track of my passage on Earth.
Why is life so hard with me? Why can’t I connect with people? Oh, right. It’s because I’m dead.
I wish I could introduce myself but I don’t remember my name, I think it is something that begins with
a B or a C but it’s all I have left, it’s kind of a bummer. I don’t know since when I have been that way, a
day, a year, but you’ll just have to take it or leave it, I guess?
I have flashbacks sometimes but I don’t know if they’re real or just made up fantasies. Do I have a girl-
friend called Clara Morgan? Well, it doesn’t matter, right now there is a high probability that she got
eaten already.
But you know I remember one or two facts about my human life even if I startle myself sometimes; try
not to look idiot when you’re actually fighting with your own reflection on a mirror. It turns out that I
am blond haired, pale like a dead man –Jokes! – A pretty young male with blue lips and blood-shot blue
eyes with a terrible posture. I am well preserved, which is a good point when you’re dead because I’ve
seen some of my kind getting seriously rotten! The only spot on this handsome picture: I limp and walk
as if I were on the movie video of Thriller with MJ’s zombie staff.
I mean if you’re still alive, stay at home at all costs. Or else you’ll end up like me or like the guys that I
ate… I wish I had been transformed into a hunter in a heroic way, like saving a hot girl or sacrificing
myself to save others, but I just got caught in the public toilets. Nothing glorious. Nothing to be proud
of. Skip that part.
It’s hell on Earth, mate. Chaos is everywhere there is no mouse hole you can hide in; I talk from
experience as a former human being and a new hunter, I mean even if there was somewhere you could
hide in, humanity is going to an end so… better get eaten sooner than later, right? The fact is when
you’re near the end of the world, it is pretty hard to choose which way you’re going next, I am already
Dead but it’s not that bad, I’ve learnt to live with it.
I remember going through some serious messed up things and you know what? Getting bitten by an
over-weight old granny who had lost her dental appliance, dude, it changes you. Even now as a half-dead
half-alive, I still can’t get over it, it’s a freaking trauma! I managed to save myself but it was only to
end up in the arms of an old massive black cop!