The end

The hunt begins.

I inhale and exhale, the stench of rotten garbage and the earthy smell of nature after rain filling my nose. It's all the same. Waking up in our abandoned car, our parents long dead, my neck and spine full of aches and cricks. I breathe in and out deeply before the hunt begins. The hunt for what you may ask? The hunt for possible survivors that happened to be immune to the chemicals that were supposed to make us "More advanced." if any survivors at all. I'm not alone, I have my my eight year old brother by my side. It's much to dangerous for my brother to be going searching with me, but we have to stick together for the sake of our survival. My name is Olivia and I am fifteen years old, welcome to the end.

We must remain silent and stealthy as the chemicals have given birth to all sorts of dark and dangerous creatures that are on the constant prowl for the blood of any lingering survivors. We will need all the luck that we can get. Mason is terrified of course, but he has every reason to be. I'm scared too. We are in a constant life and death situation every time we wake up, if we ever get the chance to wake up at all.

PRESENT TIME.

I clutch my crossbow closer to my ragged blue shirt my short brown pants rubbing it's stray strings of thread against my bare exposed legs. My combat boots lightly crunching through fallen debri, occasional metal and soft plant matter. Mason squeezes my hand tightly, he knows something is coming, that something is watching us with beady eyes.

He was right it seemed, as I spot the giant grey mountain of grey mishappen sludge appearing out of the shadows of a crumbling building.

It was coming straight for us, blood caked around it gaping round mouth, full of thousands of serrated knife like teeth.

It was gaining with great speed in our direction.

It was going to swallow us whole.