Apocalypse | m.c

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I step into the darkness of the tunnel.

There is a strong gust of chilling wind that pushes me a few steps backward as soon as I step into the tunnel. I make sure I have everything I need for a second time, I have my rifle, my sword and my backpack with all my necessities squeezed into it.

I walk a little further, keeping my steps quiet and light. Light. Shit. I immediately rummage through my backpack in search of my torch. I pull out my blanket to make my search for the torch easier. I swing my bag back over my shoulders after grabbing the torch and stuffing my blanket back in.

I drop my rifle, not falling to the ground as it is attached to a strap that sits over my shoulder, wield my pistol from my holster that is wrapped around my waist. Switching on my torch, I quickly flash it in front of me incase of any walkers, then I swing it around to light up the road behind me. I hold my pistol in my left hand, my finger pressed lightly on the trigger, and the torch in my other, holding it against the side of my gun.

My breathing is heavy as my take uneasy steps through the dark. My boots softly hit the asphalt road, my hands slightly shaking from fear.

I shine the torch in front of me still, lighting up the black road and the white lines painted on. All of a sudden my light flickers and shuts off, my heart speeds up as I slap the torch to hopefully bring it back to life but have no success. My heart is pounding in my ribcage and I swear it's about to break them. I grip my gun tighter not being able to stop my trembling hands.

I hear a clank of metal and faint breathing not far up ahead of me, I start hyperventilating, spinning in a full circle in hopes of seeing me source of light coming into view.

A loud bang erupts in my ears and a bright flash of sparks from a bursting light illuminate the road to my right, revealing a group of three walkers only meters away from me. I start to sprint forward, my feet pounding on the hard road beneath them as I quickly step on foot after the other, taking long strides to get out of this hellhole of a tunnel. There is another few flashes of sparks from a light that radiates the space in front of me, showing another, much larger, group of walkers. Another flash emits, then another. I wield my sword, swinging it around in a professional manor. With each swing, a head of a walker slides off its shoulders. With each flash of light, two walkers are killed by my long, bloody sword.

More and more walkers come out from nowhere, me struggling to defeat them all. I manage to break through a gap of walkers without getting bitten and sprint further away from the group of about ninety walkers.

My chest rises and falls rapidly as my feet strike the ground but I come to an abrupt stop when a dark shadow swiftly runs in front of my path. I see it again in the corner of my eye and spin around to face it, but see nothing but darkness. Again, it speedily crosses through my vision, as I turn to face it I am met with a dark figure throwing itself at me, reaching out for me with its long fingers. I point my gun and shoot at it but miss as I'm tackled to the ground by this demonic creature.

It looks like a walker but is much, much more powerful.

I'm pinned to the ground by the creature, I thrash my body around to try and push it off me but it only causes it to hit my gun out of my hand. The demons face is inches away from mine, the gruesome teeth close to ripping my face off. I stretch my arms up to its neck, my fingers interwinding around it, preventing the demon from getting close to my face. I let out a strangled scream as I use all my strength to push it off of me. With success, I pin the demon down beneath me and quickly grab my sword, I clench my jaw shut and swiftly glide the sharp sword against the decaying skin of the demons throat. Dark, almost black, blood leaks out of the demons throat as its head hangs back, only attached to its shoulders by a thin strip of flesh. My face is covered in blood from the squirting arteries in its neck.

I groan tiredly as I pick myself up from kneeling over the now dead demon, hearing the giant group of walkers from earlier slowly making there way over to me. I run backwards for a bit before spinning around, bending down to pick up my pistol, and sprinting to the end of the tunnel.

I see the light at the other side and the adrenaline only making me sprint even faster. I can't help but let a smile break out onto my face.

I just faced my biggest fears, and won.

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I almost dropped my phone in the bath while I was writing this so be grateful c:

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ps. Macy's POV is set before she runs into Scott.