Something in the Rain

#1 the survivor

The rain intensifies, pounding harder against the shattered windows, creating an unnerving symphony of destruction. The echoes of the past, the seemingly ordinary days of covid when I was just a child, juxtapose sharply with the current bleak reality. The world has become a never-ending nightmare, a perpetual horror shows that refuses to let go.

Once confined to distant lands, the war has swallowed the entire world in darkness. It's a war that has devoured hope and humanity, leaving only desperation and death in its wake. The constant fear and uncertainty haunt every waking moment, gnawing at the edges of sanity.

The undead's presence amplifies the terror, their groans resonating like a sinister lullaby in the empty streets. Their slow, shuffling steps create an eerie rhythm that serves as a haunting reminder of the lives they once had. The chilling hiss of decay escaping from their rotten mouths sends a shiver down my spine, a gruesome testament to the horrors they've become.

There is no escape from this nightmare. The cities, once bustling with life, have turned into death traps. The privileged few now guard the meager resources, while the rest of us are left to fend for ourselves in this post-apocalyptic wasteland.

The feeling of being watched grips me as I seek refuge in an abandoned building. It's not the undead; I've grown accustomed to their presence. This presence is different, human. The thought of another survivor lurking in the shadows unnerves me. Could they be an ally or a threat, desperate for the same limited resources I seek?

I lay out my sleeping bag, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the cold and darkness, but the feeling of being watched persists, intensifying with every passing moment. It's as if an evil presence is breathing down my neck, waiting to strike.

Suddenly, a shadow flits across the decaying walls, disappearing before I can glimpse the intruder. Panic surges through me, my heart pounding in my chest. I grab my belongings and dart towards the exit, fear gripping every fiber of my being.

Amid this never-ending rain and chaos, I am just another lost soul, a survivor trying to find a sliver of hope in this grim reality. But in this world, hope is a fleeting illusion, and terror lurks around every corner. The rain continues to fall, a relentless reminder of the tears that have been shed and the blood that has been spilled. And I am left to wonder, will I ever escape the clutches of this harrowing nightmare, or is this my eternal destiny, to be forever haunted by the horrors of a world that has come to a standstill?

As I flee from the eerie presence that lurks in the shadows, my heart pounds in my chest, and my breath comes in frantic gasps. The feeling of being hunted intensifies, and I know I must find safety before it's too late. I navigate the twisted maze of debris-filled streets, desperately seeking refuge.

In the distance, I spot a glimmer of hope – the gates that lead out of the city, a potential escape from the horrors that have consumed it. My mind races with thoughts of freedom and safety as I pick up my pace, hoping to ignite like a spark in the darkness.

But just as I approach the gates, my heart sinks. A group of armed guards stands vigilant, their expressions cold and unyielding. They are the enforcers of the government's rules, protecting the precious resources and privileges reserved only for the select few. Their guns gleam ominously in the dim light, contrasting the desperate and vulnerable survivors they confront daily.

I cautiously approach, trying to appear as harmless as possible. But the guard closest to me, a burly man with a stern gaze, locks his eyes on mine, suspicion evident in his eyes. He raises his weapon, and a chilling realization washes over me – there will be no peaceful passage through those gates.

"Stop right there!" he barks, his voice cold and commanding. "What's your business here?"

Fear paralyzes me for a moment, but I manage to respond. "I... I want to leave and find safety. Please, I'm just a survivor."