Max lives in a wasteland with very little to eat and drink. He grew up with his older brother Dan in a small cavern next to a river. He grew up learning how to survive in the wilderness and never seeing any human other than his brother. Anytime he would ask his brother where everyone else was he would get a glazed look in his eyes and avoid looking him in the eyes. One night there was a loud crash that woke up Max, he got up walking out to the main living area. He stopped standing in his tracks, the scene before him would huant him forever. There was a bull like statue in the middle of the room and from it came loud almost scream-like bull roars. There was a fire under the bull heating up the crimson metal. As the metal heated up the roars of the bull only increased. He backed up into the wall inching closer to were his brother sleeps. "DAN!" He reached down to shake his brother awake. . . . . . He was gone. . . His only brother gone. He looked back the bull the roars getting louder. He walked closer inspecting the bull, there was a small door on the side but the bull was to hot to touch. After a little while of kind of just sitting by the bull statue the roaring stopped. It was so quite now almost eeriely so, The only light in the small house was the light of the blood moon through the window. The whole room was bathed in a bloody red as the fire went out. Max sat staring at the bull its face became more twisted and creepy the longer he looked. He walked back to his room promising himself to open the small door when it was morning. A few hours passed he never got any sleep, the shadows outside his window keeping him awake. As the sun rose he walked out to the main room, looking at the bull statue and creeping closer. He touched the metal it was still slightly warm but not enough to burn me. max pulled open the door first noticing the bloody scratches all over the door and inside of the bull. Then a wave of sickness and horror came over max as he saw his brothers body. It was twisted and lifeless in the bull his body was burned through in multiple places and you could see the bone. His hands though his hands, the skin on his hands had been torn off from the clawing at the bull. Max backed away horrified by the sight in front of him, he tripped of the couch and.....
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The abandoned
HorrorMatt lives in a world where he is the only one person alive or so he thought....