I don't speak anymore.......I barley move......
BOOM
I turn to my left quickly, looking down from the building I was perched upon.
The sirens begin rumbling the walls of an old abandoned factory a few blocks down. The loud music vibrating the whole factory and the buildings surrounding it.
The siren is not what you would expect.....Its more suspicious, more surreal....more deadly. Something from a horror movie you could say. Hell, what am I talking about...this is nothing like your lousy no good horror movies.
*Glass Shattering*
I turn back to the factory, watching glass shatter and hit the ground. I spectate the old factory to see if someone was to come out but nothing..... not even 5 seconds later the toy factory collapsed.
Click
Click
Click
Click
I shot up quickly, slowly walking to my bag, quickly grabbing my binoculars, trying to make no noise. I look through them as I hear the sounds of THE RIOT coming closer. They roar and make cackling noise, you could hear their roar from around the block.
Shit..... I look around grabbing everything I brought with me.
Click
Click
Click
Cli-
It stopped, THE RIOT??? It stopped..... I held my breath thinking that there was one behind me breathing down my neck with is hot breath and its snot like spit. I look towards my right with a silent turn. I breathed in relief, glad that I could live another day.
"HELP!!!!!HELP!!SOMEONE PLAESE HELP ME!!!" I turn around looking in the direction that the old toy factory once stood, proud and strong, and saw an old man running towards a gas station, or what was left of one. Behind him where two of THE RIOTS. He looked horrible, his body looked like it was only bones like he could break with just one touch. He was covered in blood and dirt, nothing on his body but a thin blanket wrapped around like a dress shirt. He wasn't going to make it out alive. "PLEASE ANYONE HELP ME!!!!!!" His screams made it worse..... One of THE RIOTS jump out from behind a corner and pounced on the old man.
I watched as the rest of THE RIOT walked up to the old man who was still screaming for his life. The scene unfolded as I watch those monsters grab ahold of the mans stomach and rip his intestines straight out of its stomach. I cocked my head to the side as I watch the yellow teeth of THE RIOT rip the intestine piece by piece. I listen to the way they chump on the meat and listen to the way the man slowly slipped into his last gasp of wheezing breath.
Some would say 'What are you doing, aren't you going to help that poor old man.' But I wasn't no fool, I knew if I even got to close to them in the daylight they would eat me alive too....
This is why you must follow the rules..... you follow them you live simple as that...... you do something stupid and break these rules........ well you can say hi to the devil for me......
