Twelve had spent two weeks trying to find out where and if there where other survivors.
there were.
in transilvania, there was an underground resistance movement. inside concrete walled tunnels. a man who was very, very ill indeed, staggered through the tunnels.
his illness hidden in plain sight, he was very determined to survive. little did he know, there were armed men coming for him.
in the bunkers other corridors, a woman sat on the ground of her qauters, hoping for a book to read.
suddenly,
a chatter of gunfire was heard. booted feet ran into her cell. "seize her." a cold voice commanded.
they threw a bag over her head and dragged her out of the dingy lit cell. she kicked and struggled, but they punched her in the stomach.
"what did i do?" she screamed. her eyes over flowing with tears beneath the cloth.
The soldiers sat her down in the chair. next to 11 others.
they did not remove the bag.
----
deep in the forest, twelve had not slept a wink. he was devastated by the emptyness of it all. no people or cars or traffic, an empty world. more than that, it was an empty planet. just total eternal blackness. inky despair was clouding his mind. what had he been, savior, or betrayer? or catalyst for destruction?
Earthdeath?
he hollered at the stars:
"I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO!!"
It was all over. All thanks to him.
"Twelve."
The voice was suddenly there. the voice was rich in oozing, sibliant softly spoken rage.
he stopped. it was them. that voice was. was...,-
He held his hands up to his face.
the skin underneath them was glowing red. cracklingly interesting deep red.
"We are your most deadly creation, oh harbinger of us all. we feasted on so many bodies of beasts and of men."
He sobbed. they were in complete control of earth. just so many damned deaths.
"it was foretold that you would be the catalyst for our spawning. just so many rocks and soils must be our hotspots. this once lush green planet will be ours. "
NO! he screamed. LEAVE US IN PEACE! LEAVE US BE!
Then suddenly, a fist soared into his face, crunch.
"You imbecile, twelve!"
Nasir. It had to be.
The man hauled him up to his feet. Cursing. Then he brought his fist into his face. Twelve gasped for air. Nasir leaned close.
"you motherfucking,--- how could you do this to me?!"
Ibrahim Nasir strode throught the complex, dragging the struggling man with him.
he through open the nearest door, and hurled twelve through it.
Crash! The cell looked dingy and was damp. So very damp. He shivered.
"Hello?" He called. Then his hands glowed red and blood red energy spat from them.
"They will come for you, creator."
He wept. All the legions of the damned indeed. As was he. So very damned.
Night fell on the complex. Twelve had been captured. Taken by nasir.
He had lost.
But he would not just give in and die. The earth was doomed otherwise.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
The bleeding of number 12
Misterio / Suspensoin this distopian horror story, Twelve is a conflicted and mentally unstable scientist who has after acting in self defence, unintentionaly unleashed a sentient virus on Earth. this virus comes to be known as the bleeding. Whilst surviving in th...
