The door, just like all the ones before, giving some real authentic horror vibe along with the silence of the darkness, creaked open. This place has a real horror thriller ambiance. Add a bit of background music or sounds, a ghost or monster and you got yourself a real horror story…What the f is this?The first thing that blew at me was an extreme heat, the heat stinging my eyes a little. And a dim light which seem to have filtered in from somewhere.But that’s not what caught my attention. The were whole and dismembered skeletons sparsed in the corridor and in a few cells. The bars of the cells—it’s not that there was any, other than the frames—were rusted and floor cover with a layer of sand.I could guess the clutter and rattling I heard and the soft and hard things I stepped and tripped upon were the tattered cloths and skeletons.I don’t think it took a day could have reached this. This looks like some post-apocalyptic shit.It’s not hard to guess
The sun was just about setting when my eyes started to clear and I gained control over my body. I still felt tired, in more ways than one… This lethargy doesn’t seem like it would go soon but at least I can move.Luckily nothing came after in the hours of ‘rest’—if you can call it that, my thinking process might have been slowed but it was active the whole time adding to the mental stress—as I was paralyzed. Otherwise, efforts wasted, I’d be done for, for real.… I’ll just head for one the dorm rooms and barricade myself in for some rest.I stood myself up… I looked down and saw the scythe still there.I’m a little conflicted. I was once told by Amara that there were only a select few who could touch the and like, let alone a mortal. My conclusion is that I was giving permission to do so. But I’m not a fool to shift the blame on me being tired before handling it and ended like that. This thing was the cause. True I may have passed out if I managed to somehow deal with the beast from ti
A turn into the road, through the gaps of the rusted vehicles I saw a person clad in tattered layers of cloak being attacked by a quadrupedal monster, some kind of wolf variant(?).The scythe in my hand but I don’t know if it’s the okay thing for me to do/ I mean it is but this a situation I could get killed by the creature or backstabbed by the person. A fools thought but I could certainly handle it… I think.Plus I can’t let them die. They could be my only clue for information at the moment.Get a grip man. Giving myself a little encouragement I rush over.Just from looking at how the beast treated them, like some toy. When I got here it had clawed a large injury on him now had his hand in its jaws as he fought back.It was somewhat a distance as I had to quickly maneuver through and using the rust-buckets as cover to get to them. Luck on my side I could see since they were low ones in my sight. And the beast was preoccupied with him so I could easy get around and get close. With a
My luck’s been so great after waking up, first of all I didn’t die after finding myself in this new world and now meeting a familiar face immediately after coming into this placeI don’t see myself able to get close with this much crowd. It would be nice if I could meet her though. She should be able to tell me what happened.She really looks different, like she’s gone through so much.The crowd seem pretty excited. She must be famous among them being at the forefront. I hide behind one for the thatched huts. Don’t want to get spotted by her, she’d be panicked to find someone who should be dead, alive. Can’t have her thinking she’s been haunted by ghosts or something.I follow procession using the buildings and wall of crowd as cover. As guessed, they dismantled and distributed the meat to the people. It looked like this was just one of many groups as when the ones they had was finished another came onto the table. Again she stood on her feet distributing to the people. This should b
… It’s just as I thought. Ulterior motives, propaganda, conspiracies, a bid for control from the shadows. Use the one who had played an active role from the point after the ‘event’ as puppet, keeping watch of every move, isolating and cutting of her way out in gaining any substantial power to go against them. Ever since that time after my father’s death, I’d been on guard. And growing through life I had come to know people and what they are capable of. It only takes one event in your life to start theorizing and seeing the situations around you, seeing the truth of people behind their so called goodwill, smiles and the likes. Sometimes, hearing it, even from the source does make it seem like it’s being downplayed but the reality is a grim situation where you are trapped and the only way to go is doing as those people wish. Why not just ignore and take a step back away from all this and live for her own? She’s too kind for her own good to do that. She has this notion that; if not h
It should be Three in the morning if my internal clock isn’t rock. The witching hour. There’s no witching to be done in the post-apocalypse. Or is there? I’ve only had a couple of days out here and know absolutely nothing. “Ugh.” Even thinking is a problem, lugging the weight over my shoulder. It’s smaller than the ones I caught earlier but it’s real heavy. Each step was crushing. My destination: The witch looking old lady. Walking through the thatched huts and tents the place was eerily silent and lonely. But I didn’t feel the loneliness where you’d feel like someone or something would reach out from the darkness at anytime and grab you, rather there was some distant—vague feeling of people around. Come to think of it: what is the price of a life in this end times? And would this monster corpse be enough to pay of the price of saving the Trog’s life with the witch’s evil-looking potion? It took a while but I made it. A knock late I let the beast on my shoulder drop with a thud,
Motor control has slowed down to a dull, I can’t even keep my position leaning to the wooden hut,The same time as the door opened I had swayed to the side falling in towards the old lady. Luckily though, for some reason the scythe is still tight in my grip.“Woah, I didn’t think you’d want this old lady that bad that you’d throw yourself upon me.” She must have gotten a closer look at me, “You don’t look so good. Let’s get you in.” She supported me leading me inside.How is a frail old lady able to hold me upright. It’d be a blow to my pride as a man if it was my weight, but it isn’t.I’ve had my suspicions but this woman isn’t as she seems.She laid me on a cloth-made bed.“I should get your gift in before someone makes away with it.”I get how you feel about securing resources detrimental to survival but someone’s dying here.I get it now. I did ask the price of a life in this new world. Now I seem to know what it cost.It didn’t take long to hear the d
The first night after being cooked in boiling water—blood, I saw its effects. The speed and power increase. It breaks past the limits of your current self, even if it’s only a little improvements, my body left tight and robust.If people of our time knew about this, they’d rush in droves to get some without hesitation.…Right.Survival trivia:If you must know how they deal with the water problem. They had secured a reservoir and other containers around the place, rationing it along with the daily hunts. It’s not much considering this sweltering heat which calls for constant rehydration, but there’s nothing you can do than survive with the little you got. —Well there’s the option of plundering from others, as long as you don’t get caught or deal with an witness. And that is something that seems to happen around here.How do they deal with the refiling? Well from what I know they made sure to collect the rare yet occasional rains which somehow still fall. If you ask me, things like th