Immortality System The Last Human’s Transmigration
Chapter 60
However, unlike the elves, the thing in front of me looks exactly like a human. An average, female human barely 5ft 4 chest long black hair, dark brown eyes, and an average outfit one wouldn't glance at twice.
I read somewhere before that it was a human's instinct to be creeped out by things that looked human, but were not quite human enough? If that makes any sense?
I was not quite sure what was wrong with her, maybe it was her skin, he normal teeth, her normal smile, and he naturally long and straight hair without a sign of being disheveled.
Oh, wait... I found it... She looked too normal...
Too calm. She is in the middle of what most people would deem an apocalypse after all.
Too normal. Everything she did was incredibly average.
Yet at the same time, there seemed to be nothing wrong with her.
For a few seconds, after I had looked at her in the dark forest, peering at me behind a tree in the middle of the night, I had thought I was hallucinating.
What kind of creature just looks at you from behind a tree with the most innocent smile? A smile that would have caused animals to submit to her, like a flytrap mixed in camouflage.
I had mistaken her eyes for being normal dark brown eyes that I simply couldn't differentiate from black in the dark forest, but I was wrong.
Her eyes were pitch black and hallow. It was an abyss one would grow more insane after looking at for too long.
So you might be asking, "How did you get yourself in this situation, Ezra?"
To answer that question, how about we have a pop quiz question.
What do you get when you add depression, sadness, realization, self-awareness, grief, and pain to an armless depressed, desperate person fighting for their life every day for a reason they themself could not understand?
Well, usually, the answer would be alcohol and a lot of it. Maybe even drugs, who knows. I've never really done any of those but at this point, I wouldn't have minded an overdose while I still could, since, of course, I was simply too much of a coward to die normally.