The Bastion Of Humanity

Tresspassing

He had ran away from home. His father did not want him near the quarantine wall. But Hamil knew the risk it presented, as well as the opportunities to grab valuables from inside. Like the stalkers of Chernobyl he planned to ravage Harran for all its worth, like a swarm of locusts on fresh rice grains. Hamils father warned him to avoid it as though the devil himself lurked within, the news coverage had been scarce on the world inside of the walls, the only thing that was certain were the looming plumes of smoke and dust that rose above the wall.

The Sewers were the only way in, a damp and dreary tunnel system below the ground, yet somehow rather spacious, Hamil struggled to see as his pupils hadnt adjusted to see in dark well, mainly relying on a torch for guidance. However this did not eliminate his other problem. The smell of rotten meat and fecal matter clogging the drains, chunks of flesh jammed in crevices and cracks forcefully. The trodden in junk on the floor was something he dare not touch without risk of infection. His hands shook as he saw less and less minced meat and an increase in chewed limbs raw and strewn across the damp, mildew ridden floor.

Hamil continued his trek through the underworld despite the lump in his throat and the need to gag both increasing the further he went into the dimly lit labyrinth. After an hour of walking he saw a large pit in the ground where murky brown water below flowed into, the way across was to walk on unstable grating along the edges of the chasm. The adolescent walked slowly with his back against the wall, breathing heavily and feeling the moist concrete and condensation on the metal against his neck as he reached the other side and pressed onwards.

The volume of flesh took a sudden increase as it piled up against the walls and had an aura of decay around it. deeper into the tunnel Hamil could hear a raspy and grotesque breathing, as he craned his neck around a flesh wall.
The creature was merged into the floor, its skin a sickly grey and torn aart by exposed muscle and bone. as if it were being born. At the bottom of its torso were strings of tendons and muscle fibers hooking it into the ground as its back arched. Hamil lifted the torch to its face and saw the extent of its form. Pale bloodshot eyes that stared at the ceiling, a split mouth where its jaw had shattered in two and blood red bubbles covered its scalp.

The colour drained from Halmil's face as he attempted to crawl around the creatures back towards a light at the end shining down on a ladder. He bumped into one of the tendons spraled across the floor, the creature took in a sharp breath before making an ear piercing screech. Deeper in the Sewer footsteps could be heard. Many.
Hamil got to his feet and ran at full sprint towards the ladder, the hell creatures in close pursuit.

He grabbed the ladder and climbed each foothold as fast as he could, climbing out of the sewers and being almost blinded by the sunlight. the last thing he remembered before being knocked unconscious by a metal bat was loocking down and seeing an armoured creature glowing orange in the sunlight and a gash on his lower left ankle... not exactly a gash... it had teeth marks.

Drifing in and out of conciousness he could feel the concrete scaping under him as he was dragged away towards a large building with yellow banners, each with claw marks on.

"We got a cadaver, let bossman know"
An unknown voice spoke through a helmet or mask before he fell out of lucidity.

Chapter 1. end.