A Collection of Short Stories by Me

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This is a collection of 7 short stories, (some are very short) I have written during the course of a few years. Most of them take place in a post-apocalyptic setting, however there is one that's a little random and i hope you find it slightly humorous and brighter than the rest. Please provide with feedback on how to better these Short stories, and how I can better my writing in general.

Submitted: June 14, 2016

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A short summary of the apocalypse until this point.

 At first it seemed fake.There was no way this could be happening, I mean, people have made up things like this in the past. People loosing all sense of humanity, but continue to walk the earth. Corpses with only one thought... Eat

But it was real. All over the news. Every day more and more Attacks. More people dieing, being brutalized at the hands of the dead. Once normal people turned into ravenous beasts. We sat in our houses and watched the news, with fear in our stomachs. Then, this disease, this horrid disease struck our town like an assassin.

We fought to survive.We managed for a few months. Just hiding in our barricaded home.They eventually heard our quiet whispers. They surrounded our home.

They broke our windows, and got my family, I barely made it out. I… I should have died. The fact I didn't could be considered a miracle by some, I think it’s a punishment. A thousand times since I've contemplated suicide. I mean what's the point? I already have lost everyone. I....... I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Eventually I found a camp where I stayed for a few months, the corpses became larger in numbers. They'd attack every so often with just a few, we always had enough people to defend the walls.

But they somehow managed to put together a full scale attack. They surrounded us and were too strong, they broke through the defenses we had and killed those within their reach.Three of us made it out alive.

They had similar stories, but now we had each other. During the time in the camp we had become friends. Those creatures couldn't stop us. More and more death. Everywhere we went death.

They got us. We were running they had heard us. John had tripped and broke his ankle. He held them back for us, we just left him in the street. Linda, disappeared and I haven't heard or seen her. I've lost everybody. I'm done, this time I'm gonna pull the damn trigger.


 

 

In The End

 

Today is peaceful. No wind, or clouds. The Sky in it’s deep, deep blue would be enough to distract me. Now is not the time. There’s never time. Ever since “The End” time has been something that I no longer have. No breaks. Only constant survival. I limp down the street. Abandoned cars parked on each side, some in the middle of the street, none have been able to withstand the attacks of time. Each lost their original color a long time ago, and have been enveloped by a the coppery brown of rust.

As I pass by one of these abandoned vehicles; I glance at the window. “Time hasn’t done well for me either.” I say to myself. My face, is unrecognizable. It’s covered with dirt, and dried blood; my beard is long and ragged. This is life, no time for hygiene, always moving. I wipe  the dirt under my eyes away. You wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between the dirt, and the bags under my eyes. How much longer?

I continue limping down the street. Muscles are tense. I could be ambushed. All these buildings around me would be easy to hide in. Always aware, never safe. They attack at random, and it’s not just them. Raiders, they prey on unsuspecting travelers. They torture them for entertainment. The raiders are a product of the evil that brought destruction and chaos to the world.

They caught me once. The prodded me, whipped me in front of others for as entertainment. The first time I had attempted an escape; they caught me, and broke my ankle as a punishment. I suffered for months in that hell hole. Constantly tortured , underfed, and dehydrated somehow I managed to survive. Then they caught a new toy. Bored with me they let me go, laughing, betting I couldn’t make it past the first road. The other gentlemen had escaped afterwards. He found me and helped me regain my strength. This was short lived. They attacked, the Endbringers. They killed him, I escaped. I didn’t look back, why should I? He wasn’t the first to die, won’t be the last. In this world, it’s the cowards that survive. Cowards like myself.

I continue to limp; I’ve made my way to one of the main roads. I spot a gas station. I start limping in that direction.  Looking around, I see more abandoned cars.  There's a few restaurants, with empty parking lots. There a tall business buildings all over. It looks as if there were a war, some of the buildings had crumbled, the rest have been wrapped in a blanket of vines. Decayed bodies lie in the street. Walls of sandbags block areas of the road at random.

When the endbringers first came, we had fought as best we could. We set up these sandbag barricades. We sat, and waited for death. We shot at them. Some fell; more replaced their comrades. They had gotten close; I ran. I had survived while others, perished for a lost cause.

I took my machete and hacked away at the vines preventing me from opening the door of the gas station. The vines fall to the ground. I push the glass door open. It looked as if a tornado had blasted through the place.The gas station has already been ravaged by scavengers.Still I look around for edible food. A few granola bars and other food items. I wander to the back of the station. There are plastic bottles of water, a dark blue, the color of my eyes.

There's a sound, something fell. I quickly turn around. There’s a person, they went behind the cash register, probably for cigarettes. They havn’t noticed me yet. As quietly as the night, I sneak up behind the man. Quikly standing up I grab his shoulder and stick him like a pig. Shoving my machete through his abdomen.

“This is where your addiction kills you.” I say pulling my machete out; the man falls limp to the ground. I leave the gas station; I feel no remorse. The sun is falling, the night is making it’s way. I should eat. There's a river that runs through the center of town, I make my way towards it. Slowly wandering through the empty streets.

I haven’t seen the endbringers all day. This is disconcerting, I usually encounter a few during the course of my travels. The trees are in bloom. With the sun falling under the horizon and just a little wind, most people would consider this to be the perfect type of evening. The sky painted with an elaborate scheme of reds and oranges.

I reach the river. I stick my bloody hands into the river. The water, once clear, becomes foggy with blood and mud. I pull my hands out from the water, my skin is dry. It’s also tan from all the time spent in the sun.  

“I hear you!’ I shout at the trees, There was a noise, A rustling.  In the bushes behind me. I unsheathe my machete. “What do you want?” I wait and listen.  No response. Silence. Cautiously I walk up to the tree line where I heard the rustling. Like a cat one of them pounces on me. It knocks me to the ground, ity begins to chomp it’s teeth viciously, I use my hands to hold it off. “NOT TODAY!” I shout, throwing the endbringer off of me. It lands on all fours. It turns it’s hideously deformed face towards me. It’s humanoid, but it looks as if it’s arms and legs were put on backwards, it’s face reminiscent of The scream painting. It’s head misshapen, it’s mouth like a black hole. It’s skin yellow with disease. It Screams at me with the scream of a thousand banshees.

“Shut up you freak.” I respond and begin sprinting towards it, It skitters too  me. I jump, Just before I land on top of it I point my machete downward. I land on the creature, killed by the insertion of my machete through it’s back. I’ve won the battle, but not the war. There’s more screams in the distance, others heard the sound of the struggle and are on their way.

“Damn,” I say under my breath. “Time to go.” I began to run up stream.  I can hear them, chasing me. “ You want me! Come and get me.” I suddenly turn and jump into the river, I swim to the other side. Once I reach the bank on the other  side I stand up and look at the endbringers. They stand on the riversedge, screaming at me. Then they disappear, they haven’t given up, but that’ll buy me time. I began the trek into town. I need to find a place to sleep.

I find my way into an abandoned building. It used to be some sort of business. I’m sure it was just as dead and dreary then as it is now. I hide in a cubicle, this is where I’ll sleep tonight.


 

My mistake

 

The creatures were all hectically rushing to one area. I wonder what is causing such an response from them. I’ve never seen so many rush so hurriedly to get to one place. It’s like back in the old days when there was a black friday sale. I’m gonna go check it out. I have to be careful, there’s no doubt in my mind that if they notice me I’ll  cease to exist as quickly as one can snap.

I carefully make my way too where it seemed creatures were going. I use the rubble of destroyed buildings to avoid being seen. It’s not difficult, most of these buildings were destroyed during the invasion. What’s left of the dead city has been overrun with foliage. Vines wrap around what used to be skyscrapers, keeping the decrepit buildings in a choke hold.

As I get closer to the objective of the creatures, the noises of a battle begin to reach my ears. It sounds as if there is war, two armies fighting vigorously for control. Who could possibly be causing so much trouble? Where would they have gotten the firepower to cause such mayhem? Perhaps the creatures have finally divided and are in the midst of a civil war.

Whatever it is I’ll soon know. I’m turning the last bend, I’m sure because the sounds of violence are coming from just around the corner. The anticipation builds from within me as I slowly poke my head out around the corner.

The first thing a I see is a large mass of the dead creatures. There has to be hundreds of them, all dead. I don’t reflect on this for very long for I quickly notice the army of creatures moving. They are engaged in one fight. But I can’t tell what is causing the issue. It’s like finding a needle in a haystack.

I watch intently as the creatures on the outside slowly move closer to the center of the circle, only to be replaced by more. These creatures are like insects, in more ways than one. They have the numbers that an insect hive would have. They also have the physical appearance of an insect. There exoskeleton a deep shade of blue. Three pairs of yellow, mindless eyes. Six long, skinny legs. And arms like a praying mantis that they use as weapons. These are the grunts, mindless soldiers sent out by the queen to overwhelm those who cause a problem for her sentries.

The fighting continues, whatever it is, It’s tough. I watch expectantly, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever is bringing such mayhem.  A searing pain goes through my body. One’s got me. I feel my feet lose contact with the ground. Pain shoots through my body a second time, then I’m thrown to the ground. I cough, the ground below me becomes stained scarlet. The metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I roll over. The creature, walking towards the fight. I pull out my gun. He’s going to hell with me.

 

 

My last prayer.

I swing my gun up, the butt of it hitting the creature in the chin. The creature’s feet leave the ground and it falls backwards. I turn around, pressing the trigger. With each bullet a splash of blood covers the ground, as well as a lifeless body. Tens of them hit the earth. But they continue pushing through the hail of fire. Every Time I have to reload they get that much closer.

This has been going on for minutes. They ambushed me. I pull out my knife and stab one in the forehead as it’s coming up behind me on my right. The creature falls limp. There’s so many. I  walk backwards still holding the trigger. I go on like this until my last clip is empty. I turn and run, This is usually a mistake, but I have no choice. Running, dodging their grasping hands and their chomping teeth. There's a building, it’s doors are open wide. It’s on old church building, covered with foliage. It’ll have to do.

I run inside slamming the door shut. I take a bench and shove it in front of the door. I place a few more on top of it. There's banging on the door. And they also begin attacking the windows. It’ll be a little bit before they break in. I sit on the floor and start eating some food. I pull out my hatchet, then lying down I close my eyes and rest, I’ll hear them when they manage to break through.

Once I wake up, I realize the creatures hadn’t broken through yet. So I eat more, and wait. That’s all I can do at the moment. I stand up. There's a restroom. I go in and wash my face in one of the sinks. Looking in the mirror I see someone else looking at me. His face never scarred, clean shaven, his blue eyes youthful, full of hope. His hair short and brown.

I look down at my hands. Rugged, and blistered. I look back at the mirror. This time there's another man looking at me. One with a face that had been damaged often,  his facial hair long and tangled. His eyes sad and angry at the world. I turn away and return to the sanctuary of the church. The door was beginning to splinter, the windows were cracking. The time was coming, what better place to meet my end. I make a stance similar to that of a batter stepping up to the plate. The first window shatters, They begin to filter in. I swing my axe at them. Heads begin to roll, bodies fall. I continue to fight I won't be able to hold this position long. More windows shatter, I no longer can hold this spot, I begin to back up, covering all my sides.

The door explodes, they begin pushing the benches out of their way. They are relentless. There's too many. God, I pray that you take my soul on this day.

 

An attempt at being funny.

Four score and three thousand years ago, my family and I crashed on this miserable little rock. We haven’t been able to gather the resources to escape. To make matters worse you humans happen to be developing at a painfully slow rate. So the only creatures we can have intelligent conversations with, are dolphins.  For those interested they actually happen to be fantastic conversationalists. But don’t get them started on fish, they will go on for days.

So why are we here? That is a question I ask myself every day. Oh… you mean here...on Earth, well  that’s quite the story. See My Family and I were going on vacation. We were headed to the IR 38 Nebula, which has a fantastic diner/refueling station. But we blew an engine while we were above Earth causing us to crash here. Back then you Humans hadn’t even existed. However the Impact may or may not of caused the extinction of a group of large reptilian creatures. I believe you know them as dinosaurs? Eh,  doesn’t matter.

We tried to come up with the resources to build our ship, But this planet doesn’t seem to have all the proper materials. I’m actually surprised, however slow you humans have been at it, you still have managed to progress with what little you have. Still us beings of higher intelligence have been bored out of our well developed minds. Trying to speak to you humans is like speaking to an immature rock. Honestly I've had more interesting conversations with those than I’ve had with the majority of your species.

So unfortunately we’ve been stuck here watching you creatures since you crawled out the ocean and had scales. We actually helped taught you how to make fire. We helped the egyptians build the pyramids, and yes Rome was built in a day. There have been some jewels such as Plato and Socrates, Albert Einstein and Isaac Newton. Still there have been few and far in between.

At the pace that you homosapiens have been developing we will probably be stuck here for another thousand or so years. We will be silently watching you as you continue to explore, kill, bicker, invade build and die. You seem to do an awful lot of that. If it weren’t for your destructive habits you would probably have colonies in space by now, but whatever. You just continue on your way, we will keep trying to contact our home, and trying to push you to get the supplies we need. of course there’s also the dolphins to talk with.

 

The Brothers

“On your three!”a figure calls out, the other takes down the oncoming corpse.

“Got it!” Confirms one of the figures, whom looked rather younger than the other. “There's too many!!” the younger looking of the two cries.

“Hey don't worry little brother, we'll be fine.” returns the older brother.

“I know old man,But even if we don't I'm glad you got my back.” The younger says, rather grimly “Oh, we'll make it.” The older says determinedly.

It's some time in the afternoon. The sun is high and pounding down on the Earth. Even still, the sky is dark. Covered by ash and smoke. The two brothers are standing back to back, surrounded by an ocean of corpses. The air is filled with a mass of sounds, guns blazing, bodies falling, and a dreadful low moaning sound.

“I'm out!” the older reports.

“Catch!” The younger calls, tossing a magazine towards his brother.

“Cover me!”the older calls as he reloads.

“I got you. Hurry!”

“I'm really running low!!!!” The younger brother calls in alarm.

“As am I baby brother.” The older says.

“What do do we do?”asks the younger fearfully.

“We use are hunting knives.” The older answers.

The two brothers unsheathe the hunting knives they found a few months prior. Using the knives they stab the corpses to keep them at bay. They continue fighting like this for what feels like hours, but in actuality was more like a couple of minutes.

“There's too many! We're not going to make it!!!” The younger says, in a rather defeated tone

“We must little bro, we have too!!” The older yells, tears starting to form.

”I’m sorry, but I don’t think we will”

“I know little bro, and I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have let you come,I promised mom and dad I'd take care of you.” The older says his voice cracking, and tears dripping town his rough and dirty face.

“I know, and you did your best.” The younger tells his older brother ”But I wanted to come, I wanted to make sure they escaped, and if I were to die, at least it’s with my older brother.” The older brother looked at the beat up, dirty face of his younger sibling, the two hugged.



 

Loss

Michael enters the room slamming the door, he's breathless.

“Shit!” he screams. He sits down and grabs his head. Jen, hearing the commotion walks up to him, a look of worry on her face.

“ What's wrong,” she asks “what happened?”

“ They got Braxton.” Michael responds

“How?” Jen asks Again

“They got Braxton!” Jen pulls him up, and motions for him to sit in the couch.

“Just breath,” Jen tells him calmly. “Now tell me what happened”

Micheal begins to tell his story. “We... we had gotten the food from the school, but one saw us. We took him out as quickly as possible. We weren’t fast enough. It had alerted the few others in the area of our presence. They began walking our way, moaning. All that Damn moaning!. Of course others heard.

We Booked it out of there and ran for God knows how long. We eventually found a small house in front of the woods. We got in and barricaded the door, ACK!”

“Whats wrong?” Jen Asked.

“ A branch got my face.” Micheal explains

“ Here let me clean that for you” Jen says taking a wet rag “ You were at a house?” Jen asks “Right,” Micheal continues

“Braxton asked me what we should do next, so I told him to check the back yard. He did and said it was fenced off and there were no corpses. We went into the back and looked over the fence. We didn't see anything so we jumped it and took off. There were some however and they heard us running. They started to mob. The moaning got so damn overwhelming.

We ran and ran and ran and ran, then Braxton tripped over a root. He tried to stand back up but his ankle was injured. I helped him up and helped him walk, we kept firing rounds behind us hoping we'd slow the corpses down.

Then Braxton just gave up. He sat down and told me to run ' No' I said, but he insisted ' I can’t leave you, you’re my little bro' I told him. He shot at me and I.... I left him,alone. I ran and listened I heard gunshots and a scream 'I’ll kill all y’all before you touch Micheal!' he said.

Then I got away and made it back here.” Micheal finished his story tears dripping down his face, his eyes red from crying.

“I'm so sorry” Jen says quietly. Micheal’s body heaves as he begins to sob. He does this for quite some time before calming down

“Shoot me Jen” Michel calmly says, pulling out his handgun.

“What?” Jen aks, a rock suddenly in her stomach.

“ Shoot me Jen!!”

“I Won't!” Jen screams, tears forming in her eyes.

Micheal points the barrel at his forehead.

“NO!” Jen screams, * GAT *

A short summary of the apocalypse until this point.

 At first it seemed fake.There was no way this could be happening, I mean, people have made up things like this in the past. People loosing all sense of humanity, but continue to walk the earth. Corpses with only one thought... Eat

But it was real. All over the news. Every day more and more Attacks. More people dieing, being brutalized at the hands of the dead. Once normal people turned into ravenous beasts. We sat in our houses and watched the news, with fear in our stomachs. Then, this disease, this horrid disease struck our town like an assassin.

We fought to survive.We managed for a few months. Just hiding in our barricaded home.They eventually heard our quiet whispers. They surrounded our home.

They broke our windows, and got my family, I barely made it out. I… I should have died. The fact I didn't could be considered a miracle by some, I think it’s a punishment. A thousand times since I've contemplated suicide. I mean what's the point? I already have lost everyone. I....... I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Eventually I found a camp where I stayed for a few months, the corpses became larger in numbers. They'd attack every so often with just a few, we always had enough people to defend the walls.

But they somehow managed to put together a full scale attack. They surrounded us and were too strong, they broke through the defenses we had and killed those within their reach.Three of us made it out alive.

They had similar stories, but now we had each other. During the time in the camp we had become friends. Those creatures couldn't stop us. More and more death. Everywhere we went death.

They got us. We were running they had heard us. John had tripped and broke his ankle. He held them back for us, we just left him in the street. Linda, disappeared and I haven't heard or seen her. I've lost everybody. I'm done, this time I'm gonna pull the damn trigger.


 

 

In The End

 

Today is peaceful. No wind, or clouds. The Sky in it’s deep, deep blue would be enough to distract me. Now is not the time. There’s never time. Ever since “The End” time has been something that I no longer have. No breaks. Only constant survival. I limp down the street. Abandoned cars parked on each side, some in the middle of the street, none have been able to withstand the attacks of time. Each lost their original color a long time ago, and have been enveloped by a the coppery brown of rust.

As I pass by one of these abandoned vehicles; I glance at the window. “Time hasn’t done well for me either.” I say to myself. My face, is unrecognizable. It’s covered with dirt, and dried blood; my beard is long and ragged. This is life, no time for hygiene, always moving. I wipe  the dirt under my eyes away. You wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between the dirt, and the bags under my eyes. How much longer?

I continue limping down the street. Muscles are tense. I could be ambushed. All these buildings around me would be easy to hide in. Always aware, never safe. They attack at random, and it’s not just them. Raiders, they prey on unsuspecting travelers. They torture them for entertainment. The raiders are a product of the evil that brought destruction and chaos to the world.

They caught me once. The prodded me, whipped me in front of others for as entertainment. The first time I had attempted an escape; they caught me, and broke my ankle as a punishment. I suffered for months in that hell hole. Constantly tortured , underfed, and dehydrated somehow I managed to survive. Then they caught a new toy. Bored with me they let me go, laughing, betting I couldn’t make it past the first road. The other gentlemen had escaped afterwards. He found me and helped me regain my strength. This was short lived. They attacked, the Endbringers. They killed him, I escaped. I didn’t look back, why should I? He wasn’t the first to die, won’t be the last. In this world, it’s the cowards that survive. Cowards like myself.

I continue to limp; I’ve made my way to one of the main roads. I spot a gas station. I start limping in that direction.  Looking around, I see more abandoned cars.  There's a few restaurants, with empty parking lots. There a tall business buildings all over. It looks as if there were a war, some of the buildings had crumbled, the rest have been wrapped in a blanket of vines. Decayed bodies lie in the street. Walls of sandbags block areas of the road at random.

When the endbringers first came, we had fought as best we could. We set up these sandbag barricades. We sat, and waited for death. We shot at them. Some fell; more replaced their comrades. They had gotten close; I ran. I had survived while others, perished for a lost cause.

I took my machete and hacked away at the vines preventing me from opening the door of the gas station. The vines fall to the ground. I push the glass door open. It looked as if a tornado had blasted through the place.The gas station has already been ravaged by scavengers.Still I look around for edible food. A few granola bars and other food items. I wander to the back of the station. There are plastic bottles of water, a dark blue, the color of my eyes.

There's a sound, something fell. I quickly turn around. There’s a person, they went behind the cash register, probably for cigarettes. They havn’t noticed me yet. As quietly as the night, I sneak up behind the man. Quikly standing up I grab his shoulder and stick him like a pig. Shoving my machete through his abdomen.

“This is where your addiction kills you.” I say pulling my machete out; the man falls limp to the ground. I leave the gas station; I feel no remorse. The sun is falling, the night is making it’s way. I should eat. There's a river that runs through the center of town, I make my way towards it. Slowly wandering through the empty streets.

I haven’t seen the endbringers all day. This is disconcerting, I usually encounter a few during the course of my travels. The trees are in bloom. With the sun falling under the horizon and just a little wind, most people would consider this to be the perfect type of evening. The sky painted with an elaborate scheme of reds and oranges.

I reach the river. I stick my bloody hands into the river. The water, once clear, becomes foggy with blood and mud. I pull my hands out from the water, my skin is dry. It’s also tan from all the time spent in the sun.  

“I hear you!’ I shout at the trees, There was a noise, A rustling.  In the bushes behind me. I unsheathe my machete. “What do you want?” I wait and listen.  No response. Silence. Cautiously I walk up to the tree line where I heard the rustling. Like a cat one of them pounces on me. It knocks me to the ground, ity begins to chomp it’s teeth viciously, I use my hands to hold it off. “NOT TODAY!” I shout, throwing the endbringer off of me. It lands on all fours. It turns it’s hideously deformed face towards me. It’s humanoid, but it looks as if it’s arms and legs were put on backwards, it’s face reminiscent of The scream painting. It’s head misshapen, it’s mouth like a black hole. It’s skin yellow with disease. It Screams at me with the scream of a thousand banshees.

“Shut up you freak.” I respond and begin sprinting towards it, It skitters too  me. I jump, Just before I land on top of it I point my machete downward. I land on the creature, killed by the insertion of my machete through it’s back. I’ve won the battle, but not the war. There’s more screams in the distance, others heard the sound of the struggle and are on their way.

“Damn,” I say under my breath. “Time to go.” I began to run up stream.  I can hear them, chasing me. “ You want me! Come and get me.” I suddenly turn and jump into the river, I swim to the other side. Once I reach the bank on the other  side I stand up and look at the endbringers. They stand on the riversedge, screaming at me. Then they disappear, they haven’t given up, but that’ll buy me time. I began the trek into town. I need to find a place to sleep.

I find my way into an abandoned building. It used to be some sort of business. I’m sure it was just as dead and dreary then as it is now. I hide in a cubicle, this is where I’ll sleep tonight.


 

My mistake

 

The creatures were all hectically rushing to one area. I wonder what is causing such an response from them. I’ve never seen so many rush so hurriedly to get to one place. It’s like back in the old days when there was a black friday sale. I’m gonna go check it out. I have to be careful, there’s no doubt in my mind that if they notice me I’ll  cease to exist as quickly as one can snap.

I carefully make my way too where it seemed creatures were going. I use the rubble of destroyed buildings to avoid being seen. It’s not difficult, most of these buildings were destroyed during the invasion. What’s left of the dead city has been overrun with foliage. Vines wrap around what used to be skyscrapers, keeping the decrepit buildings in a choke hold.

As I get closer to the objective of the creatures, the noises of a battle begin to reach my ears. It sounds as if there is war, two armies fighting vigorously for control. Who could possibly be causing so much trouble? Where would they have gotten the firepower to cause such mayhem? Perhaps the creatures have finally divided and are in the midst of a civil war.

Whatever it is I’ll soon know. I’m turning the last bend, I’m sure because the sounds of violence are coming from just around the corner. The anticipation builds from within me as I slowly poke my head out around the corner.

The first thing a I see is a large mass of the dead creatures. There has to be hundreds of them, all dead. I don’t reflect on this for very long for I quickly notice the army of creatures moving. They are engaged in one fight. But I can’t tell what is causing the issue. It’s like finding a needle in a haystack.

I watch intently as the creatures on the outside slowly move closer to the center of the circle, only to be replaced by more. These creatures are like insects, in more ways than one. They have the numbers that an insect hive would have. They also have the physical appearance of an insect. There exoskeleton a deep shade of blue. Three pairs of yellow, mindless eyes. Six long, skinny legs. And arms like a praying mantis that they use as weapons. These are the grunts, mindless soldiers sent out by the queen to overwhelm those who cause a problem for her sentries.

The fighting continues, whatever it is, It’s tough. I watch expectantly, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever is bringing such mayhem.  A searing pain goes through my body. One’s got me. I feel my feet lose contact with the ground. Pain shoots through my body a second time, then I’m thrown to the ground. I cough, the ground below me becomes stained scarlet. The metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I roll over. The creature, walking towards the fight. I pull out my gun. He’s going to hell with me.

 

 

My last prayer.

I swing my gun up, the butt of it hitting the creature in the chin. The creature’s feet leave the ground and it falls backwards. I turn around, pressing the trigger. With each bullet a splash of blood covers the ground, as well as a lifeless body. Tens of them hit the earth. But they continue pushing through the hail of fire. Every Time I have to reload they get that much closer.

This has been going on for minutes. They ambushed me. I pull out my knife and stab one in the forehead as it’s coming up behind me on my right. The creature falls limp. There’s so many. I  walk backwards still holding the trigger. I go on like this until my last clip is empty. I turn and run, This is usually a mistake, but I have no choice. Running, dodging their grasping hands and their chomping teeth. There's a building, it’s doors are open wide. It’s on old church building, covered with foliage. It’ll have to do.

I run inside slamming the door shut. I take a bench and shove it in front of the door. I place a few more on top of it. There's banging on the door. And they also begin attacking the windows. It’ll be a little bit before they break in. I sit on the floor and start eating some food. I pull out my hatchet, then lying down I close my eyes and rest, I’ll hear them when they manage to break through.

Once I wake up, I realize the creatures hadn’t broken through yet. So I eat more, and wait. That’s all I can do at the moment. I stand up. There's a restroom. I go in and wash my face in one of the sinks. Looking in the mirror I see someone else looking at me. His face never scarred, clean shaven, his blue eyes youthful, full of hope. His hair short and brown.

I look down at my hands. Rugged, and blistered. I look back at the mirror. This time there's another man looking at me. One with a face that had been damaged often,  his facial hair long and tangled. His eyes sad and angry at the world. I turn away and return to the sanctuary of the church. The door was beginning to splinter, the windows were cracking. The time was coming, what better place to meet my end. I make a stance similar to that of a batter stepping up to the plate. The first window shatters, They begin to filter in. I swing my axe at them. Heads begin to roll, bodies fall. I continue to fight I won't be able to hold this position long. More windows shatter, I no longer can hold this spot, I begin to back up, covering all my sides.

The door explodes, they begin pushing the benches out of their way. They are relentless. There's too many. God, I pray that you take my soul on this day.

 

An attempt at being funny.

Four score and three thousand years ago, my family and I crashed on this miserable little rock. We haven’t been able to gather the resources to escape. To make matters worse you humans happen to be developing at a painfully slow rate. So the only creatures we can have intelligent conversations with, are dolphins.  For those interested they actually happen to be fantastic conversationalists. But don’t get them started on fish, they will go on for days.

So why are we here? That is a question I ask myself every day. Oh… you mean here...on Earth, well  that’s quite the story. See My Family and I were going on vacation. We were headed to the IR 38 Nebula, which has a fantastic diner/refueling station. But we blew an engine while we were above Earth causing us to crash here. Back then you Humans hadn’t even existed. However the Impact may or may not of caused the extinction of a group of large reptilian creatures. I believe you know them as dinosaurs? Eh,  doesn’t matter.

We tried to come up with the resources to build our ship, But this planet doesn’t seem to have all the proper materials. I’m actually surprised, however slow you humans have been at it, you still have managed to progress with what little you have. Still us beings of higher intelligence have been bored out of our well developed minds. Trying to speak to you humans is like speaking to an immature rock. Honestly I've had more interesting conversations with those than I’ve had with the majority of your species.

So unfortunately we’ve been stuck here watching you creatures since you crawled out the ocean and had scales. We actually helped taught you how to make fire. We helped the egyptians build the pyramids, and yes Rome was built in a day. There have been some jewels such as Plato and Socrates, Albert Einstein and Isaac Newton. Still there have been few and far in between.

At the pace that you homosapiens have been developing we will probably be stuck here for another thousand or so years. We will be silently watching you as you continue to explore, kill, bicker, invade build and die. You seem to do an awful lot of that. If it weren’t for your destructive habits you would probably have colonies in space by now, but whatever. You just continue on your way, we will keep trying to contact our home, and trying to push you to get the supplies we need. of course there’s also the dolphins to talk with.

 

The Brothers

“On your three!”a figure calls out, the other takes down the oncoming corpse.

“Got it!” Confirms one of the figures, whom looked rather younger than the other. “There's too many!!” the younger looking of the two cries.

“Hey don't worry little brother, we'll be fine.” returns the older brother.

“I know old man,But even if we don't I'm glad you got my back.” The younger says, rather grimly “Oh, we'll make it.” The older says determinedly.

It's some time in the afternoon. The sun is high and pounding down on the Earth. Even still, the sky is dark. Covered by ash and smoke. The two brothers are standing back to back, surrounded by an ocean of corpses. The air is filled with a mass of sounds, guns blazing, bodies falling, and a dreadful low moaning sound.

“I'm out!” the older reports.

“Catch!” The younger calls, tossing a magazine towards his brother.

“Cover me!”the older calls as he reloads.

“I got you. Hurry!”

“I'm really running low!!!!” The younger brother calls in alarm.

“As am I baby brother.” The older says.

“What do do we do?”asks the younger fearfully.

“We use are hunting knives.” The older answers.

The two brothers unsheathe the hunting knives they found a few months prior. Using the knives they stab the corpses to keep them at bay. They continue fighting like this for what feels like hours, but in actuality was more like a couple of minutes.

“There's too many! We're not going to make it!!!” The younger says, in a rather defeated tone

“We must little bro, we have too!!” The older yells, tears starting to form.

”I’m sorry, but I don’t think we will”

“I know little bro, and I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have let you come,I promised mom and dad I'd take care of you.” The older says his voice cracking, and tears dripping town his rough and dirty face.

“I know, and you did your best.” The younger tells his older brother ”But I wanted to come, I wanted to make sure they escaped, and if I were to die, at least it’s with my older brother.” The older brother looked at the beat up, dirty face of his younger sibling, the two hugged.



 

Loss

Michael enters the room slamming the door, he's breathless.

“Shit!” he screams. He sits down and grabs his head. Jen, hearing the commotion walks up to him, a look of worry on her face.

“ What's wrong,” she asks “what happened?”

“ They got Braxton.” Michael responds

“How?” Jen asks Again

“They got Braxton!” Jen pulls him up, and motions for him to sit in the couch.

“Just breath,” Jen tells him calmly. “Now tell me what happened”

Micheal begins to tell his story. “We... we had gotten the food from the school, but one saw us. We took him out as quickly as possible. We weren’t fast enough. It had alerted the few others in the area of our presence. They began walking our way, moaning. All that Damn moaning!. Of course others heard.

We Booked it out of there and ran for God knows how long. We eventually found a small house in front of the woods. We got in and barricaded the door, ACK!”

“Whats wrong?” Jen Asked.

“ A branch got my face.” Micheal explains

“ Here let me clean that for you” Jen says taking a wet rag “ You were at a house?” Jen asks “Right,” Micheal continues

“Braxton asked me what we should do next, so I told him to check the back yard. He did and said it was fenced off and there were no corpses. We went into the back and looked over the fence. We didn't see anything so we jumped it and took off. There were some however and they heard us running. They started to mob. The moaning got so damn overwhelming.

We ran and ran and ran and ran, then Braxton tripped over a root. He tried to stand back up but his ankle was injured. I helped him up and helped him walk, we kept firing rounds behind us hoping we'd slow the corpses down.

Then Braxton just gave up. He sat down and told me to run ' No' I said, but he insisted ' I can’t leave you, you’re my little bro' I told him. He shot at me and I.... I left him,alone. I ran and listened I heard gunshots and a scream 'I’ll kill all y’all before you touch Micheal!' he said.

Then I got away and made it back here.” Micheal finished his story tears dripping down his face, his eyes red from crying.

“I'm so sorry” Jen says quietly. Micheal’s body heaves as he begins to sob. He does this for quite some time before calming down

“Shoot me Jen” Michel calmly says, pulling out his handgun.

“What?” Jen aks, a rock suddenly in her stomach.

“ Shoot me Jen!!”

“I Won't!” Jen screams, tears forming in her eyes.

Micheal points the barrel at his forehead.

“NO!” Jen screams, * GAT *


 


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