Hell on Earth

Chapter 1

My name is Damien, and I'm a Werewolf. I don't know which class I'm a part of, but all I know is that I'm an orphan. I'm 16 and have survived an entire lifetime in the dead-lands. Us survivors have a routine: Wake up, clean up, and leave no tracks. The reason why we can't leave any tracks is because of the Demons. That's what we call them,Demons. They come in a variety of different colors from red to blue to black etc era. They are raging beasts barely under the control of their leader. Their leader is a man we call Shade. He is barely visible until he's wearing armor. The armor is pitch black with red designs that seem to glow like some kind of force field. But any projectile that we throw at him just explodes or is deflected by the shield.

Finally, after everything we tried failed, we fled. We ran like cowards. But they left us alone... for awhile. They hunted us like hounds hunt the fox. They were relentless. Razed what was left of entire cities to smoke us out. We could do nothing. They slaughtered anyone and anything that helped us, in cold blood. And we still ran. Anyone that fell behind got left behind, that was our code. Didn't matter if it were women or children, they got left behind. If they got lucky, they got a quick death... if they got unlucky...

But we kept forging ahead, sleeping during the day, and on the move at night. Kept us alive. Finding food was the problem. When the razing began people hit the stores, taking the liquor, canned good etc, but not the water. The bottled water was in store we found, the shelves were on the ground, stuff strewn everywhere, most of it spoiled. The smart people, the religious people, who knew that the day of Reckoning was coming, were properly prepared. Not that it help them much. 

The Demons, being the relentless bastards that they are, would find any human being, and kill them without a seconds hesitation. Anyone who was not prepared died, which I believe was most of us. Yeah well, they fucked us. They fucked us real good. Now onto my current predicament.

As I look around the room that is only light by a single white floating orb about 30 feet into the air, I see skeletons scattered around the place, some missing various parts of their structure. I realize that I'm suspended 5 feet from the ground from a hook that's holding my rope-bound hands above my head. A door opens and in walks a Demon about 7 feet talk with blood red eyes. My first thought... 'I'm going to fucking die in the worst way possible.'