SilentMadness
Master Of Disharmony
It was yet another day. Another day of searching, of looking through scattered ruins of a town long gone. Another day of searching for any survivor of the Grim Demise, as he knew the Apocalypse has been called. How long has it been since it has occured? He couldn't remember correctly. 10 years. Yes. Just a decade ago, the world as he knew it was being wiped out, piece by piece, by that... invasion. He was just returned from the army. Having been retired earlier, with a medal of honor for serving in the war. For saving his own country. He thought that, upon his return, everything will turn back to normal. That he will have the chance to spend time with his now 3 years old daughter, who was born just a month after he's been taken at arms. But it wasn't.
He remembered perfectly the day when, getting off the bus, still dressed with the military uniform, returning to the street he lived on, with a bag over his shoulder, he saw them. Monsters. Crawling mutants on two and four legs alike, chasing every single man and animal all around, creating terror, chaos, panic and spreading death. And infection. And there it was, his house, with broken windows and a broken door. One of the horrid monsters carrying out... no, dragging out his 3 years old child, decapitated and partially eaten. His wife laying down on the porch, bloody and in agony. His heart was ripped out in that very second, as he witnessed one of the four legged fiends leap over the dying body of his wife, and ripping off her throat with its sharp teeth, fangs. He fell to his knees and cursed the skies, asking for his own death instead. But nothing happened. No beast leaped over him. His rage took over. With tears in his burning eyes, he grabbed the first monster close to him, and slammed it down to the concrete, stomping it with his boot until there was nothing left of it but a bloody mess, and smears of flesh.
And then he ran. He knew where he had to go, he saw it. Army troops already patrolling many streets, tanks, shootings. It seemed the whole city was plagued with those... beasts. It wasn't hard for him to get into the soldier lines. A weapon, a standard MP5, and then he could do it. He unleashed his rage on all the mutants, the rage caused by seeing his family dying. The fight though soon was lost, and he remained one of the only survivors of the town. The years passed by, and he started travelling, from city to city, seeking survivors, but finding nothing but other mutants, even more horrid than the previous.
And here he was. After 10 years of surviving. A tall, broad shoulder male, with a body built like a tank, dressed in nothing but black clothing, as if he mourned continuously. A pair of old, black sunglasses covering his eyes, and an MP5 in his grasp. Entering yet another demolished town, in hopes of finding any human being at all. And probably the resolve of everything.
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He remembered perfectly the day when, getting off the bus, still dressed with the military uniform, returning to the street he lived on, with a bag over his shoulder, he saw them. Monsters. Crawling mutants on two and four legs alike, chasing every single man and animal all around, creating terror, chaos, panic and spreading death. And infection. And there it was, his house, with broken windows and a broken door. One of the horrid monsters carrying out... no, dragging out his 3 years old child, decapitated and partially eaten. His wife laying down on the porch, bloody and in agony. His heart was ripped out in that very second, as he witnessed one of the four legged fiends leap over the dying body of his wife, and ripping off her throat with its sharp teeth, fangs. He fell to his knees and cursed the skies, asking for his own death instead. But nothing happened. No beast leaped over him. His rage took over. With tears in his burning eyes, he grabbed the first monster close to him, and slammed it down to the concrete, stomping it with his boot until there was nothing left of it but a bloody mess, and smears of flesh.
And then he ran. He knew where he had to go, he saw it. Army troops already patrolling many streets, tanks, shootings. It seemed the whole city was plagued with those... beasts. It wasn't hard for him to get into the soldier lines. A weapon, a standard MP5, and then he could do it. He unleashed his rage on all the mutants, the rage caused by seeing his family dying. The fight though soon was lost, and he remained one of the only survivors of the town. The years passed by, and he started travelling, from city to city, seeking survivors, but finding nothing but other mutants, even more horrid than the previous.
And here he was. After 10 years of surviving. A tall, broad shoulder male, with a body built like a tank, dressed in nothing but black clothing, as if he mourned continuously. A pair of old, black sunglasses covering his eyes, and an MP5 in his grasp. Entering yet another demolished town, in hopes of finding any human being at all. And probably the resolve of everything.
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