The poison filled air was crisp rhrough the gas mask as I stumbled through a disheveled alleyway. I had been running from those....those things for hours. I wheezed through the mask as I held onto a wall, feeling like I was about to throw up.
My stomach churned and tears welled in my eyes, but I kept moving, afraid they would find me. My arms felt weak and my knees shook under me as I struggled to stand. Wven with the mask iver my mouth, I still coughed heavily. Seeing blood spew from so much running, but I couldn't stop. I had to keep going. Screw anatomy, I'm not giving up. I pushed off of the wall and slowly started running again, makimg sure to tread lightly so rhey wouldn't hear me.
Please....for the love of god let this be a nightmare.
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The Age Of The Apocalypse
Science FictionThe world in ruins. Anyone 21 and above dead. Children below the age 10 turning into zombie like creatures. The one question they all have in mind. Why is this happening. Quick author's note. This story is not for rhe faint of heart. It involves chi...
