Carly
A gruesome, gut-wrenching scream escapes my throat as icy fingers of the undead pull and claw at my skin in a way bound to leave marks. I fight them with every ounce of strength I have left, but my exhaustion is taking over.
Is this really the end?
With my body in immense pain, I somehow still manage to look up to watch the smiling face of my future self. A chill runs through my body.
Her cold blue eyes are glinting from the moonlight, and she tilts her head before whispering. “Death is the least that you deserve, but sadly, you need to disappear.”
I try to reach for her, but I get nowhere, and a heavy hopelessness settles over me. Fighting my future self isn’t possible. I have to think of something else, but what?
Could I...talk to her?
Deciding it’s worth a shot, I force wor
