This will be a story similar to that of any zombie survival story; there's going to be a group of people trying to survive an apocalypse. In this apocalypse, however, there aren't only zombies. There are creepers, spiders, skeletons, endermen, bandits, murderers, and much more to keep our heroes busy and dying. People will die in this story. In fact, a LOT of people will be dying in this story. Nobody is off limits. I could kill any of them that I want at any time I feel; and I will, as long as it doesn't mess with story progression or character development. I'll be releasing something like 2-3 chapters a day. The first bit of this story will be a bit rushed, and I apologize for that. I just kind of hate boring starts and enjoy getting things set up and in place as soon as I can. Any feedback at all is appreciated.
Chapter 1: The first and last day.
“Hey, guys, what’s that?” I say, pointing to a large pillar of grey smoke that I just barely caught a glimpse of over the many houses of our huge city.
“Well Allan, I think that that’s a pretty phenomenal thing called ‘smoke,’” my friend Paul replies. Charlie, James, and Jamie all chuckle. They clearly think nothing of the large cloud of grey fumes.
“Yeah, thanks,” I reply. I shrug and keep walking with the rest of them despite my strange feeling. And then the alarm sounds.
The noise is thunderously roaring, guaranteeing that nobody in our city is left unaware. People everywhere are already beginning to step out of their houses with swords at the ready. Our town is large and well trained. We’re the most powerful city in all of the forest biome. Every single citizen is given extensive weapons training at the age of twelve until twenty. And even after that, most people practice daily. Whatever is attacking us stands no chance.
Charlie tenses up beside me. He reaches into his back pocket for the knife that all people ages twenty and over carry on them at all times and begins to quickly walk away from us.
“Where are you going, man?” I shout over the ear-destroying siren.
“My sisters. They’re still at the daycare,” he replies. Jamie quickly follows behind him, obviously remembering that she too had a younger sibling to care to. James follows his girlfriend, leaving only me and Paul behind. He glances at me. I shrug. We both quickly follow after.
On our way over to the large wooden building in the center of the city, I hear screams and cries. The battle was still being held in the front of the town, but it seemed to be escalating quickly. I grow nervous about my mom’s and brother’s safety. I’m not sure about my mom, but my brother would definitely be somewhere in the front lines.
We reach the front of the daycare in a few minutes. There is no one around. It’s not quiet, not at all, what with the war noises and the alarm that won’t stop. It is eerie though. You’d think that the daycare would be swarmed by bustling parents and siblings. I try not to think about what that means for the kids inside. We approach the building, ready to grab the young children that are important to us. As soon as we get close to the entrance of the building, though, something stumbles out from a patch of foliage and glances at us.
It has green skin and dead black eyes. Its body is torn and destroyed. As soon as it sees us, it begins quickly stumbling and limping its way towards us. All of us stopped at the sight of the monster; except of course, for Charlie. He continues walking towards the door. He faces the bloody creature with determined eyes and stabs it straight in the chest. It doesn’t even flinch. It grabs Charlie’s shoulders and draws its head closer to Charlie in an obvious attempt to bite at him. Charlie wrestles it to the ground, but it ends up on top of him. He struggles for a few seconds until we’re all saving him. We stab and beat the green body until it seems as if there’s more blood on the inside than the outside. It doesn’t stop moving what it can though. We’re beating it for about two minutes before Jamie finally stabs it in the head and it collapses. I can’t even begin to comprehend what the hell had just happened.
We all know that we’re thinking the exact same things: what happened? What was that? Is everyone safe? Are our families safe? Is this some kind of new instrument of war? At that moment though, we don’t even have to use words to know that collecting our families is the first priority. And we’d agreed somewhere along the lines that we’d be starting with the little brother of Jamie and the two younger sisters of Charlie. I bust open the doors of the daycare and get greeted by the hilt of a sword nearly crushing my windpipe.
Chapter 2: The Daycare.
I’m almost pressed up against the wall before I recollect my composure and push back. The attacker is almost knocked off of his feet from that single nudge. He takes up a new stance and points his weapon at me again. I take my first true look at the unexpected adversary. At our eye contact, he lowers his sword. My eyes widen in surprise as I realize that it’s merely a boy. If it were anybody but this child, I would have been shocked at the weapon pointed at me. In this situation though, I was more bewildered at the fact that it was an innocent, albeit very messy and wild-eyed, kid. One of the children in the day care had been defending it. The rest of my friends file into the shabby wooden building after me, and only after Paul whispers, “Whoa,” do I see it. There are bodies piled on the floor. I look away as quickly as I can. The smell hits me next, and no matter how hard I try I can’t dispel the few images of the corpses that I’d accidentally collected. They would never leave me. The smell of my own vomit doesn’t help my nausea.
“Jamie,” the boy whispers. I hadn’t even noticed. This was Jamie’s brother, Ethan. Tears are surging from his mind to his eyes. It looks like he’d just woken up from a dangerous and devastating dream. “Jamie,” he cries out again. He repeats her name over and over again. Jamie stands next to us for what feels like minutes, none of us sure how to react. I go to him and bend over to pick him up. He takes a couple steps back and very slightly raises his sword.
“I won’t hurt you,” I try to tell the terrified toddler. He just keeps staring at me with those teary, wildly shaking pupils. Only when Jamie steps up does he allow her to hug him. He drops the small sword and wails. She’s crying too, but is clearly trying to hold herself together for him. I let them embrace each other for a few minutes, and then I notice Charlie growing restless next to me. I glance at him, and his face is etched with fierce insanity. That’s how you know that something’s wrong, is when the sight of your best friend’s face causes you to panic. “What’s- Charlie, what’s up?” I ask him as collectedly as possible.
“Where are the others?” He ignores me, asking Ethan. The child sniffles and picks up his weapon. The way he moves and looks is like an old, battle worn veteran. It terrifies me.
“There were around fifty of us. The alarms went off, five guys showed up. One of them just…took his own and ran away. The other four were protected the doors. They told us to wait in the cellar. After a while, we heard screaming and other scary noises. A few of us went upstairs to check it out, and that’s when we saw them- or, they saw us. A man was on the ground. His neck was bleeding. The three that were left, they-they tried to kill us. With their mouths. They bit a lot of us. After they died, the people they bit…my classmates. I had to kill some of them. A lot of them. Jamie, I- I don’t want to… I don’t want-“ he sobs and coughs and can’t continue. Jamie hugs him again and picks him up.
Charlie’s halfway across the room by the time Ethan is finished. Paul coughs twice, gags for a bit, and steps outside. I hear James softly talking to Jamie. I decide to tail Charlie. He looks at the bloody staircase leading into the dark cellar underneath. I can hear the sobbing from up here. Charlie glances at me, a pleading look in his eyes. As if asking me to help him. I don’t know how. “I-you…they’re going to be fine, Charlie. You’ll find them down there. Your family, you know them. You guys are fighters. Survivors.” He looks away and descends the gloomy cobwebbed staircase.
I stand at the top of the stairs for a few seconds. The smell of the cadavers is sickening. I've been mainly focusing on my friends or the roof of this slaughterhouse, to avoid an accidental peek at the massacre around me. Could I really handle what could possibly be down these stairs? For whatever stupid reason, my mind imagines what it would be like if I had a younger sibling that could be down there, and I almost vomit again.
I wonder if Charlie could handle it if he found the worst down there. They looked up to him. He was their role model. They were the only two that looked up to him in a positive way. And it was obvious that he enjoyed that about them. He loved those two girls. My heart stops as I wait to hear a reaction from either the terrified children or Charlie. The seconds tick by. My stomach is flipping over and over, orbiting around my body. I’m sweating buckets and my I feel my skin creep. I hear Charlie let out a single sob, and that one sad, pathetic sound is enough to inform me of the tragedy that’s come to light.
So sing a lonely song/Of a deep blue dream/Seven horses seem to be on the mark/Yeah, don't you love her/Don't you love her as she's walkin' out the door.
The story is decent,when's chapter 2 going to be released?
Thanks for reading and for the feedback! Chapter two is coming out very soon. Probably tomorrow.
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So sing a lonely song/Of a deep blue dream/Seven horses seem to be on the mark/Yeah, don't you love her/Don't you love her as she's walkin' out the door.
So sing a lonely song/Of a deep blue dream/Seven horses seem to be on the mark/Yeah, don't you love her/Don't you love her as she's walkin' out the door.
Very descriptive, and the story is told very nicely . Great tension building.
Can't wait for more. Amazing story.
Thank you so much! It means a lot that you think this. I'll be posting chapter 3 either tomorrow or saturday.
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So sing a lonely song/Of a deep blue dream/Seven horses seem to be on the mark/Yeah, don't you love her/Don't you love her as she's walkin' out the door.
Chapter 1: The first and last day.
“Hey, guys, what’s that?” I say, pointing to a large pillar of grey smoke that I just barely caught a glimpse of over the many houses of our huge city.
“Well Allan, I think that that’s a pretty phenomenal thing called ‘smoke,’” my friend Paul replies. Charlie, James, and Jamie all chuckle. They clearly think nothing of the large cloud of grey fumes.
“Yeah, thanks,” I reply. I shrug and keep walking with the rest of them despite my strange feeling. And then the alarm sounds.
The noise is thunderously roaring, guaranteeing that nobody in our city is left unaware. People everywhere are already beginning to step out of their houses with swords at the ready. Our town is large and well trained. We’re the most powerful city in all of the forest biome. Every single citizen is given extensive weapons training at the age of twelve until twenty. And even after that, most people practice daily. Whatever is attacking us stands no chance.
Charlie tenses up beside me. He reaches into his back pocket for the knife that all people ages twenty and over carry on them at all times and begins to quickly walk away from us.
“Where are you going, man?” I shout over the ear-destroying siren.
“My sisters. They’re still at the daycare,” he replies. Jamie quickly follows behind him, obviously remembering that she too had a younger sibling to care to. James follows his girlfriend, leaving only me and Paul behind. He glances at me. I shrug. We both quickly follow after.
On our way over to the large wooden building in the center of the city, I hear screams and cries. The battle was still being held in the front of the town, but it seemed to be escalating quickly. I grow nervous about my mom’s and brother’s safety. I’m not sure about my mom, but my brother would definitely be somewhere in the front lines.
We reach the front of the daycare in a few minutes. There is no one around. It’s not quiet, not at all, what with the war noises and the alarm that won’t stop. It is eerie though. You’d think that the daycare would be swarmed by bustling parents and siblings. I try not to think about what that means for the kids inside. We approach the building, ready to grab the young children that are important to us. As soon as we get close to the entrance of the building, though, something stumbles out from a patch of foliage and glances at us.
It has green skin and dead black eyes. Its body is torn and destroyed. As soon as it sees us, it begins quickly stumbling and limping its way towards us. All of us stopped at the sight of the monster; except of course, for Charlie. He continues walking towards the door. He faces the bloody creature with determined eyes and stabs it straight in the chest. It doesn’t even flinch. It grabs Charlie’s shoulders and draws its head closer to Charlie in an obvious attempt to bite at him. Charlie wrestles it to the ground, but it ends up on top of him. He struggles for a few seconds until we’re all saving him. We stab and beat the green body until it seems as if there’s more blood on the inside than the outside. It doesn’t stop moving what it can though. We’re beating it for about two minutes before Jamie finally stabs it in the head and it collapses. I can’t even begin to comprehend what the hell had just happened.
We all know that we’re thinking the exact same things: what happened? What was that? Is everyone safe? Are our families safe? Is this some kind of new instrument of war? At that moment though, we don’t even have to use words to know that collecting our families is the first priority. And we’d agreed somewhere along the lines that we’d be starting with the little brother of Jamie and the two younger sisters of Charlie. I bust open the doors of the daycare and get greeted by the hilt of a sword nearly crushing my windpipe.
Chapter 2: The Daycare.
I’m almost pressed up against the wall before I recollect my composure and push back. The attacker is almost knocked off of his feet from that single nudge. He takes up a new stance and points his weapon at me again. I take my first true look at the unexpected adversary. At our eye contact, he lowers his sword. My eyes widen in surprise as I realize that it’s merely a boy. If it were anybody but this child, I would have been shocked at the weapon pointed at me. In this situation though, I was more bewildered at the fact that it was an innocent, albeit very messy and wild-eyed, kid. One of the children in the day care had been defending it. The rest of my friends file into the shabby wooden building after me, and only after Paul whispers, “Whoa,” do I see it. There are bodies piled on the floor. I look away as quickly as I can. The smell hits me next, and no matter how hard I try I can’t dispel the few images of the corpses that I’d accidentally collected. They would never leave me. The smell of my own vomit doesn’t help my nausea.
“Jamie,” the boy whispers. I hadn’t even noticed. This was Jamie’s brother, Ethan. Tears are surging from his mind to his eyes. It looks like he’d just woken up from a dangerous and devastating dream. “Jamie,” he cries out again. He repeats her name over and over again. Jamie stands next to us for what feels like minutes, none of us sure how to react. I go to him and bend over to pick him up. He takes a couple steps back and very slightly raises his sword.
“I won’t hurt you,” I try to tell the terrified toddler. He just keeps staring at me with those teary, wildly shaking pupils. Only when Jamie steps up does he allow her to hug him. He drops the small sword and wails. She’s crying too, but is clearly trying to hold herself together for him. I let them embrace each other for a few minutes, and then I notice Charlie growing restless next to me. I glance at him, and his face is etched with fierce insanity. That’s how you know that something’s wrong, is when the sight of your best friend’s face causes you to panic. “What’s- Charlie, what’s up?” I ask him as collectedly as possible.
“Where are the others?” He ignores me, asking Ethan. The child sniffles and picks up his weapon. The way he moves and looks is like an old, battle worn veteran. It terrifies me.
“There were around fifty of us. The alarms went off, five guys showed up. One of them just…took his own and ran away. The other four were protected the doors. They told us to wait in the cellar. After a while, we heard screaming and other scary noises. A few of us went upstairs to check it out, and that’s when we saw them- or, they saw us. A man was on the ground. His neck was bleeding. The three that were left, they-they tried to kill us. With their mouths. They bit a lot of us. After they died, the people they bit…my classmates. I had to kill some of them. A lot of them. Jamie, I- I don’t want to… I don’t want-“ he sobs and coughs and can’t continue. Jamie hugs him again and picks him up.
Charlie’s halfway across the room by the time Ethan is finished. Paul coughs twice, gags for a bit, and steps outside. I hear James softly talking to Jamie. I decide to tail Charlie. He looks at the bloody staircase leading into the dark cellar underneath. I can hear the sobbing from up here. Charlie glances at me, a pleading look in his eyes. As if asking me to help him. I don’t know how. “I-you…they’re going to be fine, Charlie. You’ll find them down there. Your family, you know them. You guys are fighters. Survivors.” He looks away and descends the gloomy cobwebbed staircase.
I stand at the top of the stairs for a few seconds. The smell of the cadavers is sickening. I've been mainly focusing on my friends or the roof of this slaughterhouse, to avoid an accidental peek at the massacre around me. Could I really handle what could possibly be down these stairs? For whatever stupid reason, my mind imagines what it would be like if I had a younger sibling that could be down there, and I almost vomit again.
I wonder if Charlie could handle it if he found the worst down there. They looked up to him. He was their role model. They were the only two that looked up to him in a positive way. And it was obvious that he enjoyed that about them. He loved those two girls. My heart stops as I wait to hear a reaction from either the terrified children or Charlie. The seconds tick by. My stomach is flipping over and over, orbiting around my body. I’m sweating buckets and my I feel my skin creep. I hear Charlie let out a single sob, and that one sad, pathetic sound is enough to inform me of the tragedy that’s come to light.
So sing a lonely song/Of a deep blue dream/Seven horses seem to be on the mark/Yeah, don't you love her/Don't you love her as she's walkin' out the door.
Thanks for reading and for the feedback! Chapter two is coming out very soon. Probably tomorrow.
So sing a lonely song/Of a deep blue dream/Seven horses seem to be on the mark/Yeah, don't you love her/Don't you love her as she's walkin' out the door.
So sing a lonely song/Of a deep blue dream/Seven horses seem to be on the mark/Yeah, don't you love her/Don't you love her as she's walkin' out the door.
Thank you so much! It means a lot that you think this. I'll be posting chapter 3 either tomorrow or saturday.
So sing a lonely song/Of a deep blue dream/Seven horses seem to be on the mark/Yeah, don't you love her/Don't you love her as she's walkin' out the door.