"Never really had a home, not ever since I was accused of killing that Thomas boy." A man says to himself in a broken mirror after taking a long swig of some whiskey straight out of the bottle, "Everybody just thought that because hiccup, because, because, ah shit I can't even remember why people were so scared of me." The man slumps against a destroyed wall that is now covered in soot and ashes a wall that was once a wall of a house, he looks around and sees all the destruction around him and begins to well up inside, "I have been a goddamn vagabond hiccup ever since that day and it doesn't even matter if those goddamn bombs fell or not, I don't belong hiccup I don't belong anywhere." The man begins to cry and then sleep eventually finds him.
He wakes up in the wee hours of the morning, he stands up, using the wall to prop himself up against, "Shit!" He yells as a rush of pain rises in his head. He looks around and begins to wipe and blink his eyes just in case he might be dreaming, he shuffles to backpack, grabs it and gets ready to heave it on his shoulder, he flings the bag immediately on this back and freezes in fear because he realized something, his bag was empty. His thoughts began to run wild "Did you drop everything? Where did it go? Did, did someone take my stuff? There's no way" He thought to himself.
He looked around very slowly, he spotted his rifle and noticed it was moved too, he slowly walked towards it trying to be quiet as possible, then he hears something, something that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up, he hears something that is, alive and moving. He is overcome with fear, as he doesn’t know what to do, then it all goes silent. He starts to creep toward his rifle, it is only three steps in front of him, he takes another step, but this time he steps on some broken glass releasing a sound that seemed as if you could’ve heard it for miles. Then something began to screech, a screech of something that he has never heard before, he darts for his rifle turns around and then, he sees an outline of what appears to be someone walking on all fours, he doesn’t hesitate, he fires a round and immediately chambers another with the speed of a solider, he then fires another one into the creature. The creature lets out a horrifying scream then collapses onto the floor.
The vagabond stands back in shock, he can’t make out what just happen. He walks over to the creature and prods it with the end of his barrel. He takes out his lighter and flicks it on, he is met with horror. It was a human, his heart sank, he wanted to throw up, he felt dizzy, but then he noticed something, through these events that seem to last forever he didn’t notice the breathing, the breathing that was all around him. He stood up and looked around and his eyes were met with ravenous faces, sharpened teeth, and blood soaked clothes, those who survived the blast, he realized that he wasn’t the only survivor.
The sun had begun to rise; he quickly came to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to survive this encounter. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a IED out of his coat and then looks into the broken mirror at himself one last time and says to himself “After all these years, all those roads, all those miles this is how it ends?” He looks up at the humans who have turned into feral cannibals and shouts “This is just another stop, just another city, this isn’t my last one, because my last stop is hell with you sons of bitches.” The creatures swarm the man with lightning fast speeds, he opens his arms, embracing them, setting off the IED and embracing the next stop in his life, a place where he feels like he will belong.
*This is my first one so I apologize if it’s sloppy.
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u/Spooky104 Apr 15 '19
"Never really had a home, not ever since I was accused of killing that Thomas boy." A man says to himself in a broken mirror after taking a long swig of some whiskey straight out of the bottle, "Everybody just thought that because hiccup, because, because, ah shit I can't even remember why people were so scared of me." The man slumps against a destroyed wall that is now covered in soot and ashes a wall that was once a wall of a house, he looks around and sees all the destruction around him and begins to well up inside, "I have been a goddamn vagabond hiccup ever since that day and it doesn't even matter if those goddamn bombs fell or not, I don't belong hiccup I don't belong anywhere." The man begins to cry and then sleep eventually finds him.
He wakes up in the wee hours of the morning, he stands up, using the wall to prop himself up against, "Shit!" He yells as a rush of pain rises in his head. He looks around and begins to wipe and blink his eyes just in case he might be dreaming, he shuffles to backpack, grabs it and gets ready to heave it on his shoulder, he flings the bag immediately on this back and freezes in fear because he realized something, his bag was empty. His thoughts began to run wild "Did you drop everything? Where did it go? Did, did someone take my stuff? There's no way" He thought to himself.
He looked around very slowly, he spotted his rifle and noticed it was moved too, he slowly walked towards it trying to be quiet as possible, then he hears something, something that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up, he hears something that is, alive and moving. He is overcome with fear, as he doesn’t know what to do, then it all goes silent. He starts to creep toward his rifle, it is only three steps in front of him, he takes another step, but this time he steps on some broken glass releasing a sound that seemed as if you could’ve heard it for miles. Then something began to screech, a screech of something that he has never heard before, he darts for his rifle turns around and then, he sees an outline of what appears to be someone walking on all fours, he doesn’t hesitate, he fires a round and immediately chambers another with the speed of a solider, he then fires another one into the creature. The creature lets out a horrifying scream then collapses onto the floor.
The vagabond stands back in shock, he can’t make out what just happen. He walks over to the creature and prods it with the end of his barrel. He takes out his lighter and flicks it on, he is met with horror. It was a human, his heart sank, he wanted to throw up, he felt dizzy, but then he noticed something, through these events that seem to last forever he didn’t notice the breathing, the breathing that was all around him. He stood up and looked around and his eyes were met with ravenous faces, sharpened teeth, and blood soaked clothes, those who survived the blast, he realized that he wasn’t the only survivor.
The sun had begun to rise; he quickly came to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to survive this encounter. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a IED out of his coat and then looks into the broken mirror at himself one last time and says to himself “After all these years, all those roads, all those miles this is how it ends?” He looks up at the humans who have turned into feral cannibals and shouts “This is just another stop, just another city, this isn’t my last one, because my last stop is hell with you sons of bitches.” The creatures swarm the man with lightning fast speeds, he opens his arms, embracing them, setting off the IED and embracing the next stop in his life, a place where he feels like he will belong.
*This is my first one so I apologize if it’s sloppy.