The world ended on New Year’s… Yeah sad ain’t it. The world began its course of its end on the day of the red morning. No one knew it was going to happen. No one knew how it would end; in actuality it ended in the worst part. Most people said they were waiting for the Zombie Apocalypse but in reality, NO ONE WAS READY! Hell it’s possible that I wasn’t ready either but I don’t know. It’s not for the reason you’re thinking of no I’m not a zombie myself; I’m very much human it’s just that during the end of our days I suffered through amnesia. All the time I spent as a person in the normal society I’ve lost all of it.
As a broken human, and I am a broken human, I’m one of the few people that doesn’t listen to the fearful other humans. I’m not in some weird rebellion that goes off hunting zombies, and the other monsters that are resonating in the forest. No I’m just a guide. It’s not a luxurious job and it’s most certainly not a safe one, that’s for damn sure. The chance of me dying every day in that fucked up forest is so fudging high, I’m surprised that I’m still living. No one comes out of their caves or weird cities they stay in their walls and metal underground, but not me. I stay on the border. I’ve seen some intense shit in that forest… quite frankly everything outside the walls and tunnels is the most unsafe place. Every human that dared tried to go through there died the most disturbing’s of ways. Whether it’s the zombies that get them, or the Feral. Ferals are humans that take on the traits of animals and shift into them. It sounds nice but you will slowly lose your mine doing that the beast will take over and you’ll be come a beast. However they aren’t the ones I’m scared of… no the ones that people should fear are the Demons and Blood Drinkers or Vampires. They are the true monsters of the forest. Demons vary so do Vampires, not as much though. I’ve met enough of their kind to know that they are far more dangerous than their monsters that they control. No one that’s alive has ever seen one, except me.
I’m not he bravest of people I’m just looking for myself. When I lost my memory I also lost my name so I have no name. The only name I answer to is Shade. It was branded on my arm so I wouldn’t lose this word, but other than that I really don’t have any memory. The only reason why I remember the red morning was because I was told by the guy who kept me alive for a very long time. The red morning happened 3 years ago meaning the end of the world ended 3 years ago. Humanity is slowly regaining its power and its heart however it’s not there yet. 3 years ago I was 18 with no memory of a family. Or even a real name. I know that one day I will die but I don’t know when and by what but I know my body will be rotting. Whether I’m a rotting walking corps, body used as leather for the Feral, my body and soul slowly turning evil till I become a vile Demon myself or will I be drained for all of my blood. I don’t know, but I know it will happen and soon. I know it will be soon because my brand started to hurt a lot more and the monsters have been acting reckless recently.
I’d be lying if I said that I haven’t felt a pull towards the forest, it’s the opposite in fact. I’ve been having the same dream that would always; it lead me towards the heart of the forest, which is suicide to all who goes there. I for one refuse to die there; I will die when it’s my old age bites me on the ass. That’s when I’ll die.
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“Hey, Shade wake up.” A deep voice woke up the sleeping man on the grass and blood covered ground. Shade opened his big violet eyes slowly the sight of the bright sun making it hard for him to adjust his eyes to the light. Covering his sight from the sun he looked at the man who spoke his name. Sitting up he cleans out the eye crust that lived in the corner of his eyes. Looking at the man’s shoes he took out his pack of smokes and lighter lighting the cigarette then stood up his thin yet lengthy body towering over the other man.
“What do you want Roy?” He asked impatiently. Shade brushed back his black locks his fingers were the only part of his hands that were out the rest was covered by his gloves. His skin looked hardly sun-kissed but it was slowly getting there.
“I’ve got a customer for you” Roy asked his smaller body was slightly more bulky than his colleague. His caramel skin and green eyes complimented each other his soft brown hair was slightly curly but hardly noticeable.
“Not interested.” Shade walked passed Roy without so much as a sideways glance.
“Come on Shade no one knows the way around the forest as well as you do.” Roy protested.
“Oh, I was told to go through the forest then that changes everything.” He stopped and changed the tone of his voice making him sound sarcastically happy.
“So you’ll take it?” Roy’s eyes slightly glistened hopping that his friend would reconsider
“FUCK NO!” Shade shouted. “You seriously want me to get killed don’t you? You know damn well that, that place is the most dangerous place in the world.” He started walking out of the green and red grasslands. Hopping onto the rocky wall he started to walk carefully on the unsafe bridge.
“Come on Shade. This guy said he’d pay us with whatever we want.” Turning by his heels around to face Roy who was sweating bullets.
“How much do you owe them?” Shade was no fool. Roy, who was the biggest liar and coward of them all wouldn’t even give him a job as dangerous as this one. He knew that the only reason why Roy would even consider it was because of his gambling debts.
“75 blocks and 45 pegs.” He looked down to his feet guilty was written all over his face. Groaning he smacked Roy making the bulky man fall down to the water. Walking away from him Shade started to mumble many angry words as he walked to his home. He vowed he wouldn’t go there ever again. Being so close to becoming a demons personal sex toy wasn’t what he thought as the safest thing to him. Fear spread all over his body giving him a strong cold sweat braking through his skin. He never thought about ever running into a demon but he did and they most certainly took over his body. He could still feel their claws and hands brushing all over his body giving him forced pleasure that he never could wish of having. For almost a week he was a slave and a blood bank to so many Vampires he never thought that it would be his life for so long. What was a week felt like several years and he was still recovering from that traumatic experience.
Yeah now before I’m done with this first part does anyone want to help me with a title page?
