Ruins

2-Same old,Same old

"same old events in a string of happenings,
Cant think correctly without an idea
Laboratory.
Unable to fix, only to say
Sorry,
Repetitive actions, to live without
Worry."

Kaleb cautiously stepped through the shattered glass door of a local superstore. He pulled his. 35 off his back and loaded the bolt action. He knew that gashers usually inhabit grocery stores.

Gashers are three legged creatures that stay down on all three and eat only meat. They have a large horn looking bone that points backwards coming out of its head. It develops that through maturity.

Kaleb eyed every detail poking out of any nook and cranny. He lowered his rifle to his side, gripping the stock with one hand. He took off his duffel bag and began handpicking certain items he wanted or needed as he was pretty high on supplies at the moment.

He zipped up his bag and was about to sling it across his shoulder when suddenly, an empty can of beans or something of the sort, rolled around the corner, the lid ripped off by something sharp, or claws, he thought.

He dropped his bag and lifted up his gun, readied, looking down the sight. Slowly a lone gasher crept around the corner. He fired a single shot into the side of the head, where the bone is weakest.

It got knocked about two feet in the opposite direction, it's brains farther.
He picked up his bag and sprinted to the door, in case of more being here.

He kicked open the door And began to reload his bolt action, still jogging. Even when out of danger, he still was extremely cautious. Another bad habit. Kaleb used to develop tons of bad habits before... Before... It happened.

Flashback five years

"You mark my words, this is gonna start a war!"Mr Cassedy said, holding one hand a plastic cup of warm pop.
The other arm around his sons shoulder. Kaleb's nine year old self anxiously gnawed his nails, watching the TV screen with his dad.

The TV showed a news report of a large meteor crashed in the Atlantic ocean carrying powerful And valuable resources. The news anchorman spoke"the united States And the coast of Europe are currently arguing about who, the mysterious resource should belong to, though, Asia And Australians say we should equally divide it between governments!"

Current time

Kaleb now had his bag strapped more comfortably diagonally across his back. He held the barrel of his rifle at his side. He walked alone along the yellow line in the middle of the city.

He noticed in the distance the sun beginning to set, that's when the REAL bad ones come out. He looked around for something like a tree. What caught his eye the most was a burnt out street light.

He exhaled deeply while standing under it And wrapped his arms around the pole, preparing himself to climb like he climbed to the top of the swingset at recess at younger ages.

"Grrrhh,!"he groaned though gnashing teeth. He was squeezing his knees around the pole And pulling up with his arms. Once he entered arm length of the thick overhang light. He quickly shot his hand up, And grabbed it, almost falling as his other hand slipped from the pole.

Who-ho-HO!!! He sucked in air And began swinging arm up trying to grab hold, but his hands being sweaty made it a difficult task!

The sun only showed it's top fourth, And dusk monsters began taking notice of his presence And began slowly approaching."oh my god, oh my god, of my god!"he repeated quickly to himself!

He squeezed eyes shut, clenched his teeth And pushed his arm up as close as possible to the light overhang. He finally wrapped his index And middle finger over the top which helped him gain further control And pull himself up further.

Once leaning against the base of the pole which rose higher than the overhang he sighed And used the method his dad taught him to tie the bag to the pole And around his stomach to keep him safe And up.

He panted eyes closed as the hairy brutes crowded around the pole which he fell asleep on...