2067 - Short Story (Work in Progress)

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Story is done now.

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2067

 

 

June 12 2067.

 

I got stationed in the small outpost a bit outside San Francisco.

It’s a pretty nice place, not like in the big cities with all the traffic, pickpockets and murderers.

Kyle got stationed here as well, that keeps me from staying here all alone with that John guy.

He seems like a lonely person but I should expect that since he keeps on ranting about the end of the world.

Nothing to care about though since everyone at fort Goodman say he is a bit crazy but otherwise harmless.

Tomorrow is the delivery day of ammo to be transported to fort Goodman.

You never know what those rebels are up to, so we got to be prepared in case of an attack.

Let’s see what tomorrow brings.

 

June 13 2067.

 

Ammo got here today.

We did a check to see everything on the list was there.

Also they sent a fresh one here to.

Carl I think his name was.

He is pretty young, around 20 I would say.

At least he isn’t as crazy as John.

 

June 14 2067.

 

Kyle woke me up in the middle of the night.

Something happened at fort Goodman.

He had received a transmission from the fort.

They sounded scared and in a great hurry he told me later.

Last thing heard was an explosion and then the line went dead.

Kyle, Carl and I stayed up all night guarding.

When nothing had happened around 7 am we woke John up so we could get some sleep.

I directly fell asleep.

 

June 15 2067.

 

Woke up around 9 am, I had slept all day and all night.

Around 1.30 pm someone yelled form outside the gate rambling something about that they where after him.

We let him in, he seemed really scared.

Later I and Carl went to question him, he was a bit calmer but not much.

He didn’t say much and when we asked what he was afraid of he just started mumbling: Them them them.

He were locked in a cell until the next morning when we would continue to try and get some information.

 

June 16 2067.

 

I woke up from a banging noise on the gate.

Like someone or something were beating it with a club or some other hard object.

I got dressed and went to inspect.

It was incredibly silent that day except for that weird sound.

Quietly I walked on the walls toward the gate.

Carefully looked down only to see a bloodied human standing and bashing the gate with a head!

I ran to wake the others up, and got them to follow me to the gate.

No one was there, only a small bloodstain on the ground.

We went back to our beds to sleep until the morning.

After the breakfast we went to our posts meeting a horrific sight.

Bodies everywhere and some other people feasting upon them.

All fighting for pieces of the bloodied carcasses of some animals.

No doubt these people were crazy.

The noises from our rifles were deafening.

Let’s hope there aren’t more of them.

 

June 17 2067.

 

Our fears have been confirmed, there is a never ending swarm of them.

We don’t bother to shoot them anymore.

The cant tear down the walls.

We also barricaded the gate so it will hold for some more time until we can figure out a more permanent way to seal it.

But the most terrifying is that we have noticed something running around in the forest.

It’s nothing to worry about I think.

Not much more to say for this day.

 

June 18 2067.

 

They are disappearing.

I wonder what happened to those people that could make them completely crazy?

In one day too.

Maybe we can try to find out when we can leave this place.

We cant stay here for much longer, food is running out.

Tomorrow we will break out and try to find the source of this.

 

June 19 2067.

 

The day started well, not many of those things left.

They all moved east to find more food or something.

But everything got worse in the forest.

It is very small yet we lost Kyle in there.

We were reaching the edge when something leapt out of the shadows and grabbed Kyle.

There was no time to react, one moment he was there next we heard his dying screams.

We ran out of the forest but nothing followed us.

Maybe they don’t like daylight.

A couple of hours later we reached San Francisco.

It was completely desolate, a ghost town.

Lights were out everywhere.

Maybe more of those creatures that took Kyle dwell inside the buildings.

Let’s hope not, we don’t want to face something that is so fast we cant react to its movements.

What caused this seems to originate from the centre of the town so that’s where we are heading.

Found a working car that helped us get to the centre faster.

We will arrive in the tomorrow its getting late.

 

June 20 2067.

 

We drove towards the centre.

As we came closer the city seemed to be more and more into ruins.

When we where really close to the centre the house’s were almost completely destroyed.

Suddenly there were no houses in front of us just a large field of flat earth with a shining object in the middle.

We decided to go there even though we were scared.

After 15-20 minutes we reached the object which seemed to be some kind of portal.

It was glowing in strange blue green colour.

We tried to decide what to do when a huge tentacle suddenly lashed out and crushed John.

Carl and I stood there for a moment in complete shock doing nothing.

Then we ran as fast as we never ran before.

The portal started to glow in different colours and something came out.

I was to far away to see what it was.

We reached the ruins where we found a metal trapdoor leading to a bomb shelter.

I was climbing down when something grabbed Carl and I fell down the ladder while I heard his dying screams.

Wounded I crawled behind the safety door and managed to seal it.

My leg is broken and bleeding.

Managed to stop the bleeding but I am all out of food and water in here.

This is my last note in this diary.

 

 

 

 

Edit: I wrote a second story now.

 

 

 

 

The Man

 

 

I ran through the dark corridor.

No matter how fast I ran he would still catch up.

Hide I must hide somewhere I desperately thought.

Suddenly I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.

With a scream I woke up.

I trembled for a couple of moments before I realised I had been dreaming again.

Started to get dressed as I looked around in the room.

The blue walls, the green curtains, then I saw it.

The horrific message written in blood on the wall.

‘’ The Man is after you, there is no escape’’

My legs couldn’t bear me, I sat down in the bed.

What is happening to me? I started to think in my own desperation.

Why do I have these horrific dreams?

I have to get ready for work I thought to clear my mind of these horrific events that has occurred in my life the last weeks.

Got some breakfast and brushed my teeth.

Looked into the mirror expecting to see a man standing behind me, a man with such a horrific appearance I couldn’t stand it.

Of course there was nothing.

And that was the problem as well, I wasn’t appearing in the mirror.

Everything else was there, the bathroom with its white walls, the red shelves.

And another message written with blood.

My legs felt weak and had to sit down.

‘’Touch the mirror’’

I was in trance when I actually followed the instructions.

In a brief moment I felt like I was flying the I hit the ground.

The bathroom was changed, not physically but something was changed.

It had an evil aura that couldn’t be seen but was felt with every cell in my body.

Suddenly a flash of light that blinded me for a second.

When I could see again the walls where covered in blood.

I got scared and ran out, finding myself not in my house but in the dark corridor.

Scared as I was I would still prefer the bathroom so I turned around to get back inside but the door was gone.

A silent whisper said ‘’Run’’

Then I felt someone or something breathe me in the neck.

My feet started to move by themselves and ran faster than I ever run before.

In my own desperate mind I thought: Hide I must hide somewhere!

Then the cold hand form my dream on my shoulder.

I screamed in a last hope to wake up but nothing happened.

The Man pushed me down on the floor.

He was huge at least twice the size of an ordinary man, his eyes were as red as blood and his face covered in stitching.

Covering his body was a brown coat and in his hand was a cleaver.

A sudden swing cut my right hand of and a agonizing scream filled my throat.

I started to crawl away as fast as I could without my hand.

He followed with slow determined steps.

The cleaver was swung towards my head and I waked up with a scream just before it hit.

I sat up glad that it was only a dream.

Looking around in the small room with blue walls and green curtains I saw it.

A horrific message written on the wall in blood.

‘’Tomorrow I take your next hand’’

I looked on my right hand to find a stump and some stitching.

A scream filled my throat.

I would never get away.

He never lets his prey go.

[doomjockey]

Hahaha. That was great, man. Both stories.