SilentMadness
Master Of Disharmony
Name is Scott Winston, the place of residence is Fairview Hills. He is 19, and was close to enroll in the army. We've chosen him due to his lack of health issues and the potential on the future. After the war is over, he will be one to help rebuilding the human race.
Those were the words he could hear, as he gazed up. He remembered perfectly why he was there, encased in a titanium, coffin like box, with only a small piece of bulletproof window to give him a bit of view on the outside, to gaze at the moving ceiling. Or as he seen it, but the ceiling wasn't moving, his coffin was the one moving. He trailed back to the beggining of it all. The news about incoming chemical warfare war raging on all television channels, warnings, free classes of survival in case of war. Fake alarms every night, as training for the inhabitants of the small community he lived in... and the day in which men in black arrived at his house, and without asking too many questions, took him with them. Just after, they explained him.
You are one of the chosen. We will cryogenise you, to get you past the incoming war. After, you will come out one day, and you will be one of those who have been chosen to recreate and repopulate the Earth. For the new era that shall dawn.
Of course, the idea didn't sound that great for him. No more family, no more friends, who knew what exactly was going to await him upon his awakening. But now it would be too late to turn back, he was inside the capsule and ready to be cryogenised and left in that weird underground laboratory. He saw how the world outside the titanium capsule darkened, as he was pushed into the hole that looked oh so similar to a crematorium drawer. He felt the capsule get colder and colder, and soon everything blacked out. No dreams, no nightmares, only nothingness.
What was going on. Something was running wrong. Slowly, he was coming back into his senses. and felt the capsule shaking and could clearly hear something clawing at its outsides. He felt cold, but it was all dissipating. Should he dare open his eyes? He didn't want to. Moreover, he couldn't remember almost anything. Where was he? Why did it seem he was in a fridge? Something in his innards turned, as he heard a sound. A distorted growl of sorts, echoing against... whatever was containing him. He heard the clawing intensify, and the capsule shaking even rougher. His heart started beating faster, as he felt that his safety was coming to an end, and, terrified of what was going on, he opened his eyes. Opened them to be faced with a horror he couldn't imagine even in his nightmares.
From above the capsule, red shimmering eyes stared at him with hunger. A deformed body covered in slime was standing on the capsule, trying all its best to open it, like a can of food, to extract the fleshy content of it. Saliva dripped off its shredded lips and monstruos fangs, as it continued trying to open the coffin. At that moment, Scott felt his body, embraced only by underwear, shaking heavily, while he felt something hot running down on his legs.The fear made him have no control over his own body. That was it.
With the help of his legs, and of his fear that almost gave him a heart attack, he pushed the capsule open, the horrid mutant falling to the side as the capsule flew open. In a matter of no time, Scott found himself running through a vaguely lit ruined corridor, so ruined that it was about to fall on him. He found a set of stairs and taking them up, he ran as fast as he could, despite of feeling so tired that his legs were about to give up. He ran for his very life, and felt even more horrified as he just saw the endless corridors he was running through, painted with a lot of blood, and full of bones, human bones.
He approached rapidly a sign that pointed out the exit, as he hoped, the exit out of this nightmare. He hoped for anything to wake up, and find himself at home, in his bed. But as soon, he was faced with another dissapointment. The exit door wasn't there. It was all but gone, and as he stopped, breathing his lungs out, he found himself gazing at the street, a desolating sight, a mere ruin of what it should have been. Full of old, wrecked cars, eaten by rust. Grass growing uncontrolled through the concrete and asphalt. He was faced with a terrible reality. The world as he knew it was gone.
Falling to his knees, he stared out in shock at the sights, almost breaking out in screams. All gone. But maybe... maybe he wasn't the only survivor left. That gave him a little ray of hope. Standing, he looked about. He was covered only by underwear. He had to find something to fit. On a broken desk lain a pair of dark, shredded jeans and a white tank top, shredded as well. Probably left from some unlucky man that died there. He found a pair of old, dusty sneakers, almost torn apart, but still good to be worn. He gazed once more about, then took careful steps out, watching for any threat, as he went on, searching for any other survivor than him.
Those were the words he could hear, as he gazed up. He remembered perfectly why he was there, encased in a titanium, coffin like box, with only a small piece of bulletproof window to give him a bit of view on the outside, to gaze at the moving ceiling. Or as he seen it, but the ceiling wasn't moving, his coffin was the one moving. He trailed back to the beggining of it all. The news about incoming chemical warfare war raging on all television channels, warnings, free classes of survival in case of war. Fake alarms every night, as training for the inhabitants of the small community he lived in... and the day in which men in black arrived at his house, and without asking too many questions, took him with them. Just after, they explained him.
You are one of the chosen. We will cryogenise you, to get you past the incoming war. After, you will come out one day, and you will be one of those who have been chosen to recreate and repopulate the Earth. For the new era that shall dawn.
Of course, the idea didn't sound that great for him. No more family, no more friends, who knew what exactly was going to await him upon his awakening. But now it would be too late to turn back, he was inside the capsule and ready to be cryogenised and left in that weird underground laboratory. He saw how the world outside the titanium capsule darkened, as he was pushed into the hole that looked oh so similar to a crematorium drawer. He felt the capsule get colder and colder, and soon everything blacked out. No dreams, no nightmares, only nothingness.
What was going on. Something was running wrong. Slowly, he was coming back into his senses. and felt the capsule shaking and could clearly hear something clawing at its outsides. He felt cold, but it was all dissipating. Should he dare open his eyes? He didn't want to. Moreover, he couldn't remember almost anything. Where was he? Why did it seem he was in a fridge? Something in his innards turned, as he heard a sound. A distorted growl of sorts, echoing against... whatever was containing him. He heard the clawing intensify, and the capsule shaking even rougher. His heart started beating faster, as he felt that his safety was coming to an end, and, terrified of what was going on, he opened his eyes. Opened them to be faced with a horror he couldn't imagine even in his nightmares.
From above the capsule, red shimmering eyes stared at him with hunger. A deformed body covered in slime was standing on the capsule, trying all its best to open it, like a can of food, to extract the fleshy content of it. Saliva dripped off its shredded lips and monstruos fangs, as it continued trying to open the coffin. At that moment, Scott felt his body, embraced only by underwear, shaking heavily, while he felt something hot running down on his legs.The fear made him have no control over his own body. That was it.
With the help of his legs, and of his fear that almost gave him a heart attack, he pushed the capsule open, the horrid mutant falling to the side as the capsule flew open. In a matter of no time, Scott found himself running through a vaguely lit ruined corridor, so ruined that it was about to fall on him. He found a set of stairs and taking them up, he ran as fast as he could, despite of feeling so tired that his legs were about to give up. He ran for his very life, and felt even more horrified as he just saw the endless corridors he was running through, painted with a lot of blood, and full of bones, human bones.
He approached rapidly a sign that pointed out the exit, as he hoped, the exit out of this nightmare. He hoped for anything to wake up, and find himself at home, in his bed. But as soon, he was faced with another dissapointment. The exit door wasn't there. It was all but gone, and as he stopped, breathing his lungs out, he found himself gazing at the street, a desolating sight, a mere ruin of what it should have been. Full of old, wrecked cars, eaten by rust. Grass growing uncontrolled through the concrete and asphalt. He was faced with a terrible reality. The world as he knew it was gone.
Falling to his knees, he stared out in shock at the sights, almost breaking out in screams. All gone. But maybe... maybe he wasn't the only survivor left. That gave him a little ray of hope. Standing, he looked about. He was covered only by underwear. He had to find something to fit. On a broken desk lain a pair of dark, shredded jeans and a white tank top, shredded as well. Probably left from some unlucky man that died there. He found a pair of old, dusty sneakers, almost torn apart, but still good to be worn. He gazed once more about, then took careful steps out, watching for any threat, as he went on, searching for any other survivor than him.
