The Last Of Us

The Beginning Of The End

        The only thing audible to one's ears was the sound of terror-stricken screams as the once lively and celebratory town turned to chaos and madness. The bustling town was in the midst of their annual Founders Festival where they celebrated the making of their town and all of its accomplishments since. The respected ceremony was interrupted by the first of many screams. The stage that had been occupied by the mayor was now accompanied by three other men and an army of outsiders surrounding the crowd.

        Before anyone could make any move, the mayor's head rolled to the ground and the body slumped to the wooden floor. Bodies rushed to leave the area. Neighbors were no longer neighbors and friends had become strangers. Every person present was on their own as they watched their family and friends being murdered before them. Teeth plunged into necks, bodies ripped to shreds, the town was currently being wiped out within minutes.

        The ones who successfully ran to safety stayed locked up and hidden for days, only peeking out to see if any supernaturals were still patrolling the streets. Once deemed safe they surveyed the streets and mourned the loss of their loved ones with candles, messages, and promises to avenge their passing.

        Throughout the next few weeks, news spread throughout the country of more and more fatal attacks taking place. The remaining survivors decided that select leaders would meet up and conduct a plan to resolve the issue. After serious debate, they promised the survivors that war would be the most beneficial and promising plan.

        After tending to the last of the wounded civilians, weapons and ammunition were gathered and action plans were created. They knew there would be fatalities and casualties but it would be worth it in the name of saving the human population.

        For whatever happened, they were confident in their strength and unity as a group and knew that no matter what, the supernatural were going to be taken care of. Earth was their home and no one threatened it without consequences.

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        The crunch of shattered glass beneath their feet and the howling of wind entering through the broken windows did nothing to calm their nervous hearts. The old school had been demolished with craters in the wall and doors ripped from its hinges. This had been their safest option though. For the werewolves and vampires still roamed the streets, looking for any straggling survivors. They had recalled the school having a storm shelter below the main building that had advanced security, hopefully strong enough against any supernatural being.

        They descended the last flight of stairs to reach the hall with their only hope of survival. They could hear movement from above and quickened their pace but it was to no avail. A vampire leaped through a gap in the floor above and landed a few feet in front of them. The lot hesitated before adrenaline kicked into their systems and they composed themselves into a fighting manor.

        The first one to jab at the supernatural was a burly man who within seconds was thrown through the air into the farthest wall before succumbing to the darkness. If their strongest was no match against the vampire then they surely wouldn't either. The first one to run was a young women. She bound up the stairs as the others soon followed. She pushed harder as she heard those below her crash to the floor. Once at the top of the stairs she booked it to the main doors but halted when the doors swung open and an older women walked through. She turned to find another escape route but saw the vampire now stood a few feet behind her. She let out a sigh before surrendering, for her abilities were overshadowed by theirs and attempting to escape would be useless. She closed her eyes and listened as they drew closer before pain spread throughout her body and she felt her strength fade away.

        The two beings made their way outside and looked at the product of their chaos. The city was in shambles. Every building in the area had been reduced to rubble, cars were flattened from battle and some had caught fire. Dead bodies littered the streets and the only thing heard was the car alarms resonating through the air and the faint crackle emitting from the flames in the midst of the rubble.

        "This is it, the last city." The woman said to the man as they both gave each other celebratory smiles.

        The herd of supernaturals gathered in the town center, hollering and celebrating as the last human was dragged in front of them. The women was made to kneel in front of them as her head was pushed back by the grubby wolf who had a vice grip on her hair.

        "Please don't, I haven't done anything! I have a fa-" The gurgled choke came next as a wolf entered through the crowd, claws extending and piercing the weak flesh of her neck before tearing it open. The man tossed her body down as cheers pierced the air.

        The war initiated by humans had been finished with their demise. Many ridiculed their confident and optimistic behavior. They walked into battle with such little fear, even knowing that they didn't have the speed or strength to match their opponents. It was admirable to some but seeing as they had lost the battle with little effort from the other side they knew they shouldn't have fought. For the battle was now over and they could rest. The world now belonged to the supernatural.

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here's a little backstory to the beginning of the war.

I wrote this chapter in 2017 and I'm now picking it up in 2024. Here's to bringing back old hobbies and never giving up on your dream.

If you're reading this, comment below to know if I should continue. I have lots of free time and will try and turn chapters out quickly!