Will to survive A skeleton comes out of the cave. It crawls inch by inch into the falling rain, where droplets bounce on its bones and seep into its cracks. Its disconnected torso climbs over a broken pile of its brethren and shuffles around overturned dirt. It pauses at a dash of blood painted on the ground, but moves on, towards the Life up ahead. The skeleton reaches the body holding Life and tears in. Deeper and deeper until it can reach Life, release it, make it its own–but then Life escapes, gone to the great beyond. And the skeleton searches once more.
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