If Only I had Listened

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a futuristic story with a new monster to face.

Submitted: June 06, 2019

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Sweet, innocent children turned to monsters. Their bodies contorted in pain at every step. Their bald heads boasted rotten teeth and bulging, dead eyes. Their skin hung in loose folds over skeletal frames. We called them the AV kids. They couldn't be called "human" anymore. I cocked my rifle. My job was Border Patrol at one of the few surviving camps, We didn't have many guns in supply, so this was all I had. One of the terrors lunged at me with its grey, pointed tongue hanging down to its chest. I fired, hitting it square in the gut. It fell, but there were twenty to replace it. They were surrounding me. One in front swung its weight at me while another behind me lurched towards my shoulder. I punched the one in front of me with all of my force, but I wasn't quick enough for the one behind me. It bit me in the shoulder. Hard. I swung around and hit it with the butt of my rifle. Hard. It fell to the ground, seemingly in pain. Though I doubt they could feel any pain. They were swarming me. I had to break free! I shouldered through the swarm and sprinted away, five of them on my heels. I wasn't going to make it. 

I made it. With two others, of course. I quickly shot them and hurried away, towards the doctors'. I had to be cleaned up before the worst of the infection set in. I worried of that bite, of how close it was to my head. How quickly I might go. I tripped. Rocks split open my palms, and I felt an odd urge in my stomach. The urge for blood. I was turning. And I didn't care anymore. Calmly, I extended my long, grey tongue and lapped up the blood. I could feel my body rotting as the blood entered my stomach. And I enjoyed the pain. I wanted to be a monster. I wanted to be stronger. I wanted to kill. 

"Chris?" I heard. I turned over, quickly, and knocked one of my former comrades of their feet. My first kill. How delightful. Mark stared at me. I remembered, that was the man's name. Mark. He begged for his life. How funny. 

"Please, Chris, you aren't like this. You aren't like them. Don't do this You can't kill me. Please," he pleaded. 

If only I had listened. 


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