_THE_DEAD_
The dead gathered quickly, crowding Nathaniel, trying to reach out to him with long shrivelled fingers as he walked along the dark, neglected alleyway. He was the warm naked flame of the living, and they, nothing more than cold bones, were drawn with a desperate passion towards him. They started to whisper pleas that wriggled their way into Nathaniel's head, one, then another, then another. Voices folded in on voices, until the sound became a roar in his head, a rolling scramble of pleas in a desperation of need...GIVE ME MORE LIFE!
