Post by vermilition on Nov 11, 2006 7:20:26 GMT -5
There seems to be no end.
The moaning tortured souls.
The screaming innocents.
The blood flowing freely in the streets.
Friends, familys, brothers, fathers, sisters and mothers.
All gone in a wave of violence.
This city was loosing itself, all dicapline gone.
The new attackers were not new, not foreign, but our own.
The flesh and blood of the city turned against itself like a spasming muscle.
And like a muscle, it hurt.
No one was safe.
Kyle was sick of it, he just wanted to run.
But he couldn't.
The family was here, or at least it was.
Mum had left with the new toy boy, who was one of the first infected.
Both killed by swat on the other side of the city.
Sisters both killed, or bitten, in a riot as they ran home, a large creature had lept a car and landed on both of them.
The details were unneccisary.
The only brother was safe.
He was serving in a foreign hell hole.
He knew what was happening.
But couldnt do anything about it.
The screams penitrated the thick walls of the house.
41 south street, population me.
The only one left of my gang.
Im dead i know it but i want to land a few more kicks before i go limp.
Or become one of them.
The light went out a while ago.
It doesnt matter.
They cant use it and i dont want it.
The evacuation is about to recommence soon.
The letters fall from the sky.
Be at the end of the following streets if you can by 10 oclock;
North Avenue
Lake View
Umbrella Gardens
and South Street.
A helicopter is set to get us.
The running are moving towards the north, the chopper will go there first.
So will they.
They will shamble and bite and maul the humans until they dominate the city.
This is where it happens.
This is where science goes to far.
Kyle got up and stretched his legs.
Ten minutes.
Then to freedom.
No more moans, no more violence, no more blood.
He went over to the slit.
He was prepared here, what ever came the blockades could stop it.
After that it was up to him, he slid the knife out of the sheath, it was still shining in the moonilight.
The feeling of hope was overwhelming.
Kyle felt tears well up in the back of his eyes.
He controled himself.
Or at least he tried, this was terrifying, every form of defence was useless.
The police blockades were overrun in the riots, then the killing spread from the slums to the quality houses, then to the rich.
All in three days.
Such ferosity was unincoutered.
And against such an enemy what can i do.
The blade took a new form now.
In his mind Kyle seen the future.
The rambling hoards, no purpose, but no needs.
All unified under one horrifying banner.
Nothing unique but the clothes they were wearing now.
"I DO'NT WANT THIS!!!" Balled Kyle.
The blade called back, use me.
Kyle considered, he looked over the blade.
The shine was almost to much to bare.
The moaning tortured souls.
The screaming innocents.
The blood flowing freely in the streets.
Friends, familys, brothers, fathers, sisters and mothers.
All gone in a wave of violence.
This city was loosing itself, all dicapline gone.
The new attackers were not new, not foreign, but our own.
The flesh and blood of the city turned against itself like a spasming muscle.
And like a muscle, it hurt.
No one was safe.
Kyle was sick of it, he just wanted to run.
But he couldn't.
The family was here, or at least it was.
Mum had left with the new toy boy, who was one of the first infected.
Both killed by swat on the other side of the city.
Sisters both killed, or bitten, in a riot as they ran home, a large creature had lept a car and landed on both of them.
The details were unneccisary.
The only brother was safe.
He was serving in a foreign hell hole.
He knew what was happening.
But couldnt do anything about it.
The screams penitrated the thick walls of the house.
41 south street, population me.
The only one left of my gang.
Im dead i know it but i want to land a few more kicks before i go limp.
Or become one of them.
The light went out a while ago.
It doesnt matter.
They cant use it and i dont want it.
The evacuation is about to recommence soon.
The letters fall from the sky.
Be at the end of the following streets if you can by 10 oclock;
North Avenue
Lake View
Umbrella Gardens
and South Street.
A helicopter is set to get us.
The running are moving towards the north, the chopper will go there first.
So will they.
They will shamble and bite and maul the humans until they dominate the city.
This is where it happens.
This is where science goes to far.
Kyle got up and stretched his legs.
Ten minutes.
Then to freedom.
No more moans, no more violence, no more blood.
He went over to the slit.
He was prepared here, what ever came the blockades could stop it.
After that it was up to him, he slid the knife out of the sheath, it was still shining in the moonilight.
The feeling of hope was overwhelming.
Kyle felt tears well up in the back of his eyes.
He controled himself.
Or at least he tried, this was terrifying, every form of defence was useless.
The police blockades were overrun in the riots, then the killing spread from the slums to the quality houses, then to the rich.
All in three days.
Such ferosity was unincoutered.
And against such an enemy what can i do.
The blade took a new form now.
In his mind Kyle seen the future.
The rambling hoards, no purpose, but no needs.
All unified under one horrifying banner.
Nothing unique but the clothes they were wearing now.
"I DO'NT WANT THIS!!!" Balled Kyle.
The blade called back, use me.
Kyle considered, he looked over the blade.
The shine was almost to much to bare.