1: Blood
The forecast called for some rain, but it was one of those days when Jason Jones couldn’t care less. Jason stood 6’ 3” tall, with a slim build and jet-black hair. His face needed a shave. He stood with one foot resting on a tombstone. He took one last, long drag of his cigarette before crushing the butt of it beneath his heel. He turned his back on the grave, spat, and left the graveyard slowly.
Seventeen years After O-Day, May 3rd 2036
Jason awoke to screams, like always, although there was something different about them this morning, they were his; another nightmare. He stood quietly laughing at his foolishness, he gathered some gauze and began to wrap the patches of his body that had no skin, the blood quickly soaked through, and he cursed the futility of it all. He took a quick mouth rinse of vodka, checked his weapons and ammunition and stepped out into the blazing red of the morning sun.
Jason’s eyes quickly adjusted to the light and he took a survey of his surroundings. Shattered windows, sick, dead, and dying lying in the streets, slowly decaying. Broken down cars, rubble, screams, roars, gunshots, unholy noises, it was all commonplace in this hell of a planet, ever since Outbreak Day seventeen years prior.
Back in the 1970’s the government decided to create a super virus strong enough to wipe out anyone who was stupid enough to piss them off and hey guess what, some of the soviets started a riot in 2019 and the government thought it smart to detonate this virus in the atmosphere. Chaos ensued; the death toll reached the thousands within hours. Jason was nine when this happened, and he remembered every, gruesome, detail. He watched his mother, sister, and brother as the virus ate them from the inside out. Those who did survive had patches of the skin eaten away, constantly bleeding. The virus stopped the blood from congealing but also made the blood cells reproduce much quicker, therefore the survivors (if they kept their wounds covered) rarely died of blood loss. Jason and his father were lucky, that is until Jason’s father realized the futility of trying to survive and took his own life in 2021, leaving the 11-year-old Jason to survive on his own.
If the death wasn’t enough, some others with a certain genetic makeup were targeted as ‘hosts’ for the virus. The ‘hosts’ became a grotesque, stronger, flesh-eating version of itself. This made the survivors the very top on the extinction list.
Jason considered himself lucky, he had the courage to try to survive, and he had the grit and determination to fight every day, just to eat…He preferred being here then where ever the hell you went when death came to take you away. Jason sighed, little did he know, today was not going to be like any other. He walked a ways out of the city and began digging through some debris for anything useful, ammunition, guns, or food until his hands were raw and bleeding. Lighting up a cigarette he watched as the other survivors began going about their daily business. Other scavengers began searching the debris for objects to sell, or trade.
“Greedy bastards” Jason thought but his thoughts were cut short by the sound of the city’s warning siren.
“Not now” he said aloud as women and children ran into houses to hide from the imminent danger. Jason joined the throng of able-bodied armed men and took cover behind a broken down car. He pulled a handgun from the holster on his left thigh and everything went silent, except for his own frantic heartbeat pounding in his eardrums, then it happened, a roar, a scream, a gurgle and a sickening crack, and it was on.
He stood and began firing at the fast moving shapes in the background. There was an unholy gurgle as he fell onto his back as a creature, which looked like half a person. Its lower body appeared to have been torn off and chunks of meat bone and internal organs hung out of its belly. The creature was holding fast onto Jason’s injured leg. Grimacing he began kicking it in the face with his free foot, until it stopped trying to eat him. Jason then did it the favor of unloading two slugs into the creature’s gasping mouth.
That’s when he saw “It”. Standing roughly 21’ 10” tall the creature flexed its arachnid legs. Each joint made a clicking sound as it moved, it had a human torso, which was grotesquely mutated and peppered with bullet holes, and the flesh that was still attached to it was slowly rotting. The internal organs were visible in places and pumped black blood through the creature’s veins. The monster’s face was the most grotesque of the entire being; its eyes appeared to have been ripped forcefully from its skull with a Spork. Its bottom jaw was split and it opened four ways when the monster roared, flashing rows and rows of razor sharp teeth. Light gleamed off the clear poison drip coming out of the scorpion sting that was attached to the base of the human torso’s tailbone. “It” swung violently with the scorpion sting, impaling a middle-aged man and flinging him into a small pile of rubble.
After the shock of that passed, anyone who had anything of a weapon-like quality began attacking the monster. Jason noted that all the bullets were doing were pissing it off. He searched quickly for a different approach. The resistance began dwindling and dying. Seeing a short sword on the back of a fallen comrade Jason Said a quick prayer to whatever god would listen, grabbed the sword and ran full tilt towards the creature. Dodging a swing from the stinger he hacked out one of the behemoth’s knees. Black blood spurted from the wound as the miscreation stumbled. Seeing this window of opportunity Jason leaped upwards onto the mutated leviathan, launching off the wounded knee he stuck the sword hard between the monstrosity’s ribcage. Hoisting himself up he balanced on the sword and began firing point blank at the colossal being’s head and neck. Blood spurted onto Jason’s clothes and the beast, realizing the danger, jerked away with a roar of rage. Jason lost his balance. He caught the sword by the hilt and stared down at the ground some 20 feet below, the sickening feeling of vertigo hit Jason like a sack of bricks. He resisted the urge to vomit and hoisted himself back up onto the blade of the sword. Saying one last prayer he yanked the sword out of the colossal fiend’s ribcage and clambered upwards until he was standing on it’s shoulders. He began hacking at the beast’s neck. Blood spurted and made Jason warm and wet. His screams mingled with the roars of the monster. Soon the creature fell and so did Jason. His world faded to black….
Again, he stood, at the tombstone; placing a rose down he flicked his cigarette butt into an open grave as if to say, “Screw you death”. Turning to leave he fell into a freshly dug hole, what was written on the headstone made his blood run cold “RIP JASON JONES, 2010-2036, ‘DIDN’T UNDERSTAND THE FUTILITY OF SURVIVAL’ “
Waking with a start he realized it was the nightmare again. His head pounded and his ears rang, realizing he wasn’t in his home he struggled to stand but collapsed from the effort, exhausted
“Ah, you’re awake” a woman’s voice noted from a chair to his left. She smiled at him and stood. “Hungry?” She was a beautiful young woman, standing near five foot three. She had dirty blonde hair that fell in a braided ponytail between her shoulder blades
“Yeh…Please” he replied weakly. She smiled at him one last time before disappearing into another room,
“You’ve been drifting in and out of consciousness for a week now.” She called “good job on killing that behemoth, you’re a hero to the people here now, you know” he smiled inwardly and called back “Thank you”
2: Coagulation
17 years after O-Day May 11th 2036
Jason sat up tenderly. He was still sore but he was also thirsty and thirst overrode his pain any day. He limped quietly to the kitchen feeling along the wall. He had the strange feeling of being watched, he stopped and glanced around the inky blackness of the room. Seeing no one he continued onwards, hearing a click he turned quickly around, reaching for the gun at his thigh, he found to his shock his gun was missing. He took a deep breath and faced the spot where the noise came from. There was a spot that was darker than the rest of the blackness. Just as he noticed it, it launched towards him, he fell backwards trying to fight off the nearly invisible creature. He felt as drips of some unknown liquid fell on his forehead. Quickly he began trying to attack the monster that was trying to eat his face.
Struggling for his life he felt something long and slimy wrap its way around his neck. He gagged as he realized what it was. A tongue. It began squeezing tightly around his windpipe. He tried to pull the sickly muscle wad off from around his neck but to no avail.
Thats all I have so far, and i've got massive writers block it makes me mad scream scream
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