Possession Nightmare

If it weren't for the burning buildings, the blackness of the night would be unending. Abominations of undead flesh now have their run of the city. In the Field Ward, I had to run through mud that was ankle deep to escape former friends who had turned monstrous. By sundown, I had to chop off the head of the girl I fancy and put an arrow through my father's good eye. The dead were hot on my heels. Crawling through muck and blood, they never get tired. In the dim twilight, I ran to the North Ward.
 
In the North Ward, my footing was a little surer. The horrors were no less severe. Smoke that rose from burning tenements guided me deeper into the city as night set in. Thankfully (and regretfully) the hungry dead had softer targets than me in the North Ward. I passed scores of them feeding on the innards of merchants and scribes. Before I could make it deeper into the city, I had to check on Mizzana's parents. Found them eating their neighbors. As they ripped flesh with their teeth, I debated whether to put them down myself or let Mizzana take care of them. In the end, I couldn't put her through that. I returned the T'Sarrans to the grave before I fled deeper into the city.
 
I thought that perhaps I could rally together with my party at the Brass Dragon so that we might see an end to the madness. I should have known better when I saw Erik eating the face off of some poor barmaid. Formerly, I extended him a courtesy by convincing the others to spare him. I extended another courtesy when I put a bolt through the back of his head. This roused the attention of the others.
 
At first, I was elated. Then, I saw the red glow in their eyes. They had become possessed by some force of evil. They fought me as though the whole ordeal was my doing. I did my best to defend myself. They did not go easy on me. They meant to kill me. Any time I got a lick in on one of them, Marlaia was quick with a healing spell. Daara mocked me for my feeble humanity before hitting me in the collarbone with a bolt of flame and force that staggered me. I narrowly ducked a decapitation attempt from Urku as he invoked the name of some unfamiliar god. I tried to dodge out of the way of Scorch's flaming blade, but it cut deep into my side. He said that he never liked me. Why couldn't I hear his thoughts? Amity sprung out of the shadows in her humanoid form, only to kneecap me with that pistol of hers. I hit the ground, screaming in pain. She wondered aloud whether I had coin on my person. I saw Igris leap through the air, foaming with at the mouth with the intention of splitting my skull. I narrowly managed to roll out of the way and struggle to my feet. As I staggered away, his axe buried itself into one of my shoulder blades before returning to his hand. I continued forward, seeking the inky blackness of a nearby alleyway. Just before I ducked into it, one of Toraleth's arrows sailed past my head and planted itself in a stone wall.
 
Once I could no longer hear the taunts and laughter of my former allies, I searched my pack to find a healing potion. After gulping it down, I still felt as though I was on the verge of death. I was at least able to move faster. My tour of the carnage and insanity eventually led me to the Castle Ward. Mizzana stepped out from behind a corner, cutting me off. She accused me of being unfaithful before her eyes began to glow red. She drew daggers. She said that it was time that I got what I deserved. There was no way out but forward. We fought. She slipped shots between my ribs more times than I could count. Somehow, I remained standing long enough to put my Gloom Blade through her heart. I held her as blood pumped out of the fresh chest wound. Our faces close, I said that I was sorry. She spat blood into my face, told me to go fuck myself, and died.
 
I found another healing potion in Mizzana's personal effects. I had an internal debate. I could drink the potion and continue on. I could dump the potion into the gutter and bleed out. I flipped a dragon to decide. I drank the potion.
 
Now, in the Castle Ward, things are as black as they've ever been. The only light emanates from my entire world burning to the ground. That, and lantern light. A soft glow coming from a window in the distance. Above the screams of survivors and the moans of the undead, I can hear the song of a bard. I hear a familiar laughter. I make my way toward the window, realizing that the window belongs to the Elfstone Tavern. I throw the door open. I see a band of bards with instruments fashioned from dismembered human body parts. They play to a host of rotting horrors who drink deeply from tankards of blood and bile. At the bar, I see a familiar figure clad in black leather armor. I sit next to him. He looks at me at smiles. He has short, black hair and green eyes.
 
"Are you enjoying yourself, Fryd?" the other me asks me.