To be completely honest, I had grown so accustomed to this lifestyle. It had been 11 years now, living in this apocalyptic world. I have few who are close to me, and many who are loyal to me. They were my family, my gang, those who I would trust my life to. Yet, I tried so hard to distance myself from these people. If you got close, your heart was broken. It is a cruel world, and many die everyday. They’re eaten alive, murdered, kidnapped. Half the time, all you can do is watch, you can’t hate people for murder anymore, it’s all a tactic for survival. Even I commit such treacherous acts, though at the same time I try and hold onto what was left of my old self. The self that was a peaceful man, something I definitely am not anymore.
It was hard telling if it was day or night, the sky was always dark and ashen, the streets always smelt of decay, and the people in it were like bugs trying to feed off whatever they could find. This city, these people, were abandoned by those who live in what we call ‘The Upper Class’. One day, it seemed as if the whole world fell into chaos, families perished, people changed. Rumor has it that the Upper Class was the cause of this. Rich businessmen paid their way to make this horrible creation to win their way up into a higher class, like royalty. Though it went horribly wrong, people mutated, their bodies changed in all sorts of different ways, some even got so far to the point where they weren’t even considered human anymore. Nothing had complex names, we simply called them ‘mutations’. I find it hard to gather words to describe these creatures. Tall, thin, and unexplainably strong. They had long arms, and big hands which was the easiest way they would snatch up people. Their goal was unknown, they were like animals, and their instinct was simply to kill. They all differ from each other, some are cannibalistic, some eat humans, some don’t eat anything at all. Some lurk in packs, some hide alone, only coming out when they are hungry, or when they simply see easy prey.
There is a way to kill them, simply by crushing their skulls, or stabbing them through the heart. Their skin is transparent, so even the simplest boob could accomplish that. Though it always is a group effort, only once have I seen someone take a mutation down by themselves besides myself, and he went by the name of Aries. He was the strongest man in the lower class, a big brute who ran a gang of cannibals. We hated each other, and Aries would always try and pick fights with me. He would purposely do things to piss me off.
Just like today, murdering innocent women and children for his “meals”. Something I absolutely despised. I could not bring myself to hurt a woman or a child, it would break that last piece of my humanity that I held onto. I stood there, my friends and gang behind me. Watching, as Aries’s men pushed forward, hearing the screams of terror, of pain. I saw as…as one of his men snapped a child’s neck, and as he dragged the boys body on the ground sluggishly behind him. For some reason, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think straight, flashes of memory shot through my brain then.
“Oh god…..” I cradled the small limp body in my arms, while tears rolled down my cheeks and onto his cold skin. I pulled him close to me, desperately trying to listen for the faintest heartbeat.
“Ple-ase don’t lea-ve me….don’t go….don’t you lea-ve me too….” my cries went unanswered, as I fell forward, sobbing now. I screamed in agony, calling out to ‘God’ and wondering why he would bring me so much pain. No...I couldn’t blame him. Only myself. It was my fault he was dead. It was my fault everyone I cared about was dead.
“Never again will that happen”. Turning back to my gang, at the top of my lungs I scream.
“AVENGE THE DEATHS OF THESE INNOCENT PEOPLE!”
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