We are few now

We are few now

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Genre: Thrillers

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Thrillers

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This is the actual attempt of this story please critique mercilessly and share your opinions I'm a new writer and need all the guidance I can get
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Summary

This is the actual attempt of this story please critique mercilessly and share your opinions I'm a new writer and need all the guidance I can get

Chapter1 (v.1) - The end is only the beginning

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My first in depth attempt at creating a book I'm nowhere near what I want the finished work to be

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 31, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 31, 2017

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Three years have passed since the big incident. Every day has been a constant struggle to survive. A war to grasp onto a few more moments of life not knowing if we were finally at the end of this long and miserable existence. We are few now. This group and I found refuge in an abandoned factory surrounded by a world purged of life. It was fairly secure, the barbed wire on top of the gate that encircled us did its job of keeping out the unwanted. The only problem my companions and I faced was finding enough resources to sustain us for the rest of each and every day. There were a few places we discovered that still remained innocent enough to venture to and many more places few ever returned from. What kind of world is this to turn it’s back on us like this. It’s as if it promised long life while hiding a most devastating secret it deviously kept dangled before our blind eyes. It caused more suffering and loss than anything written in our history books. Each individual in our little group had been pushed beyond their physical and emotional limits; lawyers, salesmen, and mechanics all transformed into scavengers and fighters. We could never prepare ourselves to completely alter the way we lived. To be at the top of the food chain and within a single moment fall to the bottom. It all changed in an instant without any warning. I was only eight years old when it all began but I still remember it as if it were yesterday. Back then my only worries were when was lunch and when could I go play outside, and the only difference now is I’ve lost my desire to go outside. In just three years I had gone from fearless warrior in my backyard to whimpering coward behind a steel fence. That first day has been a haunting memory. I remember waking up as usual to another happily expected adventure through the depths of my imagination. Life was simple and easy then. I battled countless monsters with a mighty branch that I acquired from one of the trees in my backyard. My impressive kingdom in the bushes was impenetrable. My limitations in this fantasy were endless. Never could I imagine it ending by being barricaded in my room while helplessly listening to the crunching, clawing, and snapping sounds of my home being ripped to shreds. To the sound of my family screaming in terror for their lives. I can still remember the sounds those monsters made as they fought their way to my parents. The howls they made were like nails to a chalkboard accompanied by a low unearthly growl. The grunts they made as they desperately tried to gain entry left my stomach in knots. I listened to their gnashing teeth as they quickly crushed their bones. The way they snarled as they ripped my parent's flesh apart and the agonizing screams praying for death to end the pain. The sound of blood pouring out on the floor and splattering on the walls and my door. That heart shattering feeling of sudden realization that I was officially alone. Why did I have to be the only one to walk away and live through this tragedy. I awaited my grueling fate that ceased to capture me. Never could anyone imagine that one day we could wake up to find that the lives we lived, the world we grew up in, and everyone that we socialized with could be torn away so swiftly. Gone, never to be seen again. I remember waiting all day before I left my room for the last time. I feared the scene I would find beyond my unscathed door. No matter how hard I tried to mentally prepare myself I couldn’t help but feel broken. I cautiously pried my door open hoping to ease the excruciating view on the other side. I knew in my heart what I would find but I clung to the single thread of hope that it was only a demented scene that only occurred in my head. What I saw was worst than any nightmare I had suffered through. I wasn’t even old enough to see my first horror movie. I had never seen so much blood. They had taken everything I had known away from me leaving nothing but a wrecked home coated in crimson. That metallic scent of the essence of life hasn’t left my nose. I cried profusely over the puddles that were now the remnants of my parents and as I ran out the gaping hole in the wall I saw my home wasn’t the only one destroyed. The whole world as I knew had been devoured in dismay. I had never felt nor truly been so alone. Every house I could see for miles was victimized in this brutal onslaught. Families all around joined together in liquefied versions of their former selves. Houses broken down as if a hurricane had ravaged them all. That wicked howl echoing in the distance. I felt the pain and regret of my loss and the fear for the future overwhelming my being. Everything grew dark and distant. All I can remember after that was waking up in a truck surrounded by strangers. It took us 3 days of driving before finding sanctuary. Passing by seemingly endless scenes of destruction and death. Towards the end even the eyes of the elder group of survivors lost the gleam of hope. The sight of that place lifted a small burden from our already pain infested hearts. A hope rekindled in the search for a safe place. As soon as we had sealed off the world behind us and cleared the factory of any fears unknown one by one everyone broke down under the wright of sorrow. In order to survive we had to work together to build lives out of the scraps left behind. For a while in our fortress we found tranquility, but from our experiences we didn't expect it to last very long. Fear and death lived around every corner waiting to lash out and consume us. Residing there was only delaying the inevitable truth of death. I woke up, day eleven of this so called peace in obscurity. As I felt the insatiable sensation of a cold shiver go down my spine I knew this lie we were living was at an end. Something unthinkable had to have already or was about to happen. I sprung out of bed to go greet the last of the people I knew in this life but it appeared as if they had gone to scavenge again. I was left alone with nothing but an eight foot fence as my only shield from the dangers of the outside world. I stared vigorously on the borders beyond my chain linked safe haven for any signs of life hoping that my nightmares of solitude and loneliness has not come true. There was nothing, it was utterly lifeless. Silence filled the air. My body froze in fear as I watched a nearby bush shuffle by itself. There wasn't a breeze to be felt at that moment. My ears filled with the sound of my heart beating profusely out of my chest. As I watched the bush with anxiety and anticipation for the worst a small fuzzy bunny hopped out. I was taught that small creatures like that never traversed into the open with predators present. I started to panic at the thought of my comrades that disappeared. They must have been gone hours before I finally awoke. I searched for signs as to where they may have gone. Their beds were almost all made up nice and tidy, here and there were the usual objects laying scattered across the building...no notes to inform me on their whereabouts. I looked around as my neck swelled up like I had swallowed a golf ball fighting back the tears. This couldn't be happening again. This time needed to be different. I went back to my room to pack for the outside; I grabbed two water bottles, a Swiss army knife, a machete, my revolver with thirty-two rounds, some pieces of bread, and a flashlight. There was only one thing left to do being left alone in this wretched place. I had to venture out into the treachery beyond the fence. Standing at the gate my mind filled with dread as my only two options were to cowardly hide inside till my fateful demise, or in my search for the truth of being the last of my kind be slaughtered in agonizingly unimaginable ways. As my hand trembled while I reached towards the latch I took one last glance back to think what meaning is there to this life to exist alone. I closed my eyes, took a deep breathe, and opened the gate to a world I no longer knew or trusted. At least my friend misery would be by my side the whole journey. My legs shook in fear at the thought of what I was about to do. The first step was as if I had signed the contract to hand over my soul to the clutches of death but with each step that burden became more tolerable.


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