A blanket of clouds cast a shadow over the city as everyting reeks of rot.All quiet,except the cries of fear and the howls of the undead.A sense of panic has filled the once cheerful streets filled with joy and colour. Torn fabric and bits flesh and bones is what remains of most of us.Marc finds himself in a street,overwhelmingly filled with the undead.Nothing but the fear of his life as his equipment.He ran,and ran and ran........
He trips over a pavement,beads of sweat fly off his face as he hits the asphalt and his vision goes blank.
When he recovers his consciousness finds himself in an unknown place,damp and dark except for the few rays of light that pierce the darkness through a few openings in the celing.The floor had tons of puddles all around.He dragged himself to lean against a wall.As he put his weight on it something fell with a clang.Marc had displaced a rusty iron grate."Most probably in the sewers,hasn't been maintained for a while now. Strange that not as much smell of rot as outside" he said to himself as he got up and started walking,maybe it would lead him to the riverside. That place had less population density than the main city and hence less chance of getting jumped by the undead.
Soft dripping noises could be heard as he walked along the flow of the waters. Rats could be seen running around the sewers,scrambling to hide at the sight of mark.The sound of his footsteps echoed as he walked across the labyrinth of pipes,sewage and concrete.
After a while Marc could hear something in the distance,It was like that of the static sound of an old, broken television.
Marc Rushed upon the direction,he saw it,an exit!!His eyes catch a glimpse of the river on the otherside of the hallway like structure. All he could do at that moment was sprint,towards the light,towards a safer place.
Out of the blue, a loud thump was heard as the passage had been blocked.Marc stared hoplessly at what he once thought was his escape turned into just another dead end. Or so he thought as the boulder started to walk towards him.Marc couldn't retreat in fear.The smell of the rot was at its peak of morbidness,as he screamed at the top of his lungs,his voice was gone,silent....
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As we fall - a tale of my nightmares
AdventureThe dreams,They tell me...... Recently Marc has been seeing these visions in his dreams..Visions on how everything as we know it ends.He wakes up every time, but these just feel too damn realistic.How can the same dream occur for weeks? Marc is a 14...
