Original Draft of my Story Part 1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Tee is in DA house: A short "Gothic" story that I had to write for an English assessment task, I am NOT happy with this at all, but my teacher was apparently as it got me an A+ BOO YEAH! go me! I'm going to re-write the ending of this story so that I can continue it, but that all depends on how many reads and comments it gets. Be as brutal

It was the incessant moaning outside that awoke me. The endless lament of the walking dead. Singing about what they had lost and the hellish nightmare that their presence had created for the few who had survived the outbreak. The town that I now occupy is called Riverside at least it was called that before the government quarantined the surrounding area and isolated us from the rest of the world. I sat up and looked around me. Arrayed around the room there were shapeless forms of sleeping people. I looked at my watch and saw that it was five in the morning. I stood up and started to move toward the ladder we had installed to access the roof. Climbing I noticed that the smell of rotting flesh and the sound of the dead’s moaning getting louder. I climbed onto the roof and saw Ryan the watch for the night lightly dozing in a foldout deck chair with a rifle leaning on his shoulder. I flicked on a battery powered torch and started towards him. He woke as I sat down beside him. “What are you doing here” he asked me. “Passing the time” I replied. In the dim light I saw the ever moving hoard of undead swarming below our perch on the roof of the house reaching up to us, staring at us with lifeless eyes. I looked down at the pathetic spectacle below us and saw faces I knew, some that I didn’t and some that I once loved. “How did we come to this?” I asked Ryan He looked at me and shrugged. “It doesn’t matter how or why, all that matters is what we do now we’re here.” He said to me. I looked at him and saw the tired dishevelled look of a man who was on his last dregs of sanity. Then I realised I could see, I looked up over the teeming dead onto the horizon past the town and saw the rim of the sun peeking over the mountains. Then in a sudden blinding rush of light it was on us bathing us in the warm glow of life and it felt like all was right with the world. This was short lived however as the sound of gunshots tore through my demeanour. I looked around wildly at the sound but just saw Ryan taking pot shots into the crowd below us. “Stop it” I told him “their still sleeping downstairs.” But I knew this wasn’t true I could already hear some of the people moving around downstairs. I said farewell to Ryan and descended the ladder into the house. Inside people were moving around starting a new day, preparing breakfast, going onto the roof for a breathe of fresh air, well as fresh as it is going to be. I said good morning to a few people and gathered them all together for a meeting. “I know it’s early” I called out to the ragged mob of survivors surrounding me “But we need to go into town and gather supplies mainly food and water, possibly some new weapons” this announcement was met with the usual hubbub of discussion some agreeing, some disagreeing but in the end it was agreed that we had to go out, it was vital to the survival of our group.

I gathered together a team of 6 people and we went into the cellar towards the grating that lead to the sewer system under Riverside. We moved as quietly as possible and it wasn’t long until we were under the shopping center. I turned to my team members and told them the plan, we were to go in, get our stuff and get out as fast and efficient as possible. I lifted the manhole cover up slightly and looked around I could see no movement except the slight breeze that had developed during the course of the day. I opened the cover and climbed out ever wary that the smallest noise would betray our position. We made our way towards the shopping center and entered and were horror-struck at what we saw. Dead bodies lay everywhere, blood soaking into everything, limbs torn from bodies lying near or on the people who had once called possession of these things these were the people who had sought refuge but had found none, the unfortunate few who had survived one hell to meet another and a grizzly end. I heard a splattering sound behind me and turned to see Will throwing up. When he had finished we started into the center. We split into two teams of three, one going to the supermarket, one going for the weapons, keeping in contact over short distance radios. Me, Ryan and Will headed into the weapons store to look for anything that hadn’t already been stolen or destroyed.

Luck was with us briefly for we found 2 pistols and a shotgun plus ammunition for all of them. It was at that moment my radio exploded with the sounds of screams and cries for help from the other team. I looked at Ryan and will on there faces were looks of pure horror. We ran as fast as we could towards the food department, but we were too late we found them, or what was left of them, on the ground behind some empty shelves. Blood was everywhere, on the ground, on the food and on the corpses who were still digging into their bodies with disgusting relish. I held back the urge to vomit and turned to Ryan and Will. But Will was gone. We killed the monsters before us as quietly as we could and started to look for Will. We found him or what was left of him lying just beyond the broken doorway leading out towards Riverside. The sounds of gun fire from the second team had attracted them. The living dead, the sorry remnants of a past life slowly and surely shuffling towards us. We didn’t have much time. We couldn’t escape back to our safe haven for they had already caught our scent and would follow us until either they or we were dead, the only thing we could do was run. So we did. We ran, looking for a place that we could access to escape. Ryan spotted the emergency exit and raced for it; before I could stop him he had wrenched it open and was met head on by a writhing mass of inhuman flesh and rot. He screamed, a hysterical half human half beast scream the kind of scream that was howled by a creature not of logic and reason but a creature driven by instinct and the urge to escape capture at any cost. But to no avail. The dead things latched onto him and pulled him, still screaming for help screaming for me to rescue him from the terrible fate that rapidly bore itself down on him. I tried to help but there were too many. They pushed forward through the now open door and fell, tumbling over each other like waves breaking on a beach. Ryan had since stopped screaming and I knew there was nothing I could do for him. I had known since he had gripped the door knob.

I started running, I knew that there was no hope for my escape; I would meet the same end that my friends, my family, all the people in this god forsaken town had met. But I wouldn’t die cowering in a corner somewhere waiting for those cold unfeeling hands to grab me and rip my body apart, for those disgusting teeth to bite into my flesh. No. I would fight, fight until the inevitable end that would become of me. I turned and looked at the terrifying spectacle before me. Hundreds of shambling, rotting corpses were making there way towards me. I pulled out the pistols that had been the cause of celebration not but an hour before hand. I smiled grimly at the twist of events that had led to this. I started firing into the mass but it had little or no effect. There were just too many, too many for me to defeat alone. But I kept on fighting shooting to no avail into the hoard before me. Click. The guns had finally run out. I sank too my knees and waited for the end and as I waited I remembered. A life worth living, a life that was lived in what seemed a lifetime ago. A smile of acceptance appeared on my face and I felt a hand land on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and looked up at the distorted, dismembered face that would release my end. The people back at the house were waiting for us to return, not knowing what fate had befouled us. The fate that would eventually turn its attention towards the sorry souls who called that place home. They would embrace the escape of death as I had for it is far more peaceful than living in the little town Riverside renamed by its occupants as Hell.


Submitted: October 02, 2010

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