Zombie
You are dead, yet still going.
Tired? Exhausted? Depressed and still going… Stuck a bit or perhaps a bit exploited…?
You were awakened from your rest by a call. This smell… is like a call for passion for life. Brrr.. so scary. Who’s passion was that and why shall I follow. You are not capable to ever fulfil this passion. But that smell, a sense of potentiality, will never stop tempting you. It will lead you.
You will meet others like you. You will walk in hoards. Yet, there will be a form of dislike amongst you. Some says, you are repulsed by each others smell. The call is stronger. So you walk together… now. Sometimes even assist those who are missing a limb, forming some kind of togetherness, but the dislike never stops. In the end, you are just really antisocial type.
You go after the smelly thing that led you here, the life right when you see it. You jump into the subject and digg the best of it. And then you leave the room following a different drive.
Come back with, whatever your preys are.
Look at your previously written story again. Insert your preys into it, so it can keep you interested enough to survive.
you will have 15 min to do so
.again... if you prefer to write alone. do it. If you wants to write with others who possibly chose the same role, go here
after 15 min, at 15:00, the return route is here