In a thrilling story of fear, death, love, pain, and utter loss Scoti, and her two children, Lucas and Freya, fight for their lives in a world of horror. Mustang, a man who's rescued them from one threat, helps them face the others that come forward...
That morning, with the world in flames, she knew she had only one thing left to do. She pulled her knees tightly into her chest, heart pounding. Her fingers were bloody from gripping the iron bar in her hands for so long. Something sat in a mass on the floor behind her. Its claws clicked with each step it took toward her. She dated not move, knowing that it was just around the corner. She waited, braced herself, tried not to breathe too loudly. She'd done it before, killed one of these things. It was difficult as hell, not to mention dangerous, but it was possible.
Her whole body trembled with adrenaline as she readied herself to attack. Her gaze moved, shakily down to the pointed end of the iron bar she held, still covered in blood from the last monster she'd ended. She had the faint taste of metal in her mouth from clenching her teeth.
One... She could hear as the monster took heaving breaths in and out of its grotesque body.
Two... Its claws clicked on the floor just inches away from where she was hiding.
Three... it could probably smell her at this point.
She jumped into action, whipping around the corner just in time to jab the serrated bar through the creature's skull with surprising accuracy. She kept the bar at a distance, as the creature lashed out with its claws, long and jagged. She got a good look at it, although, she hated seeing them. She knew what they were, and it made her sick. Animals, of every kind, that were infected with some sort of fungus that shaped them into grotesque forms of what they once were. The one that was bleeding out in front of her looked like it was a doberman at one point, but it hadn't been that animal in a very long time.
Its teeth and claws had grown unnaturally long, pus and some sort of green ooze flowed from ever orifice on its body. Not to mention that it's body in general looked like it had already died and started bloating, turning all sorts of rancid colors underneath the little bits of fur that still remained on the rotting, animated corpse.
She grimaced at the scene in front of her as the animal, even though its skull had been punctured, looked more alive than ever. She knew that the first jab through the skull wouldn't kill it. It never did. She made that mistake the first time she was caught off guard by one of these things. The once-doberman creature gargled and howled at her as she began to pull it along with er, leading it into a place where she could tie it down. She dragged it along while the creature , instead of trying to get away, was pushing toward her. Its tongue lolled out of its mouth, reaching for her fingers that were only a short distance away from its teeth. This creature had been through more fights than one, and even though it was injured, it knew that it wouldn't survive unless it kept attacking.
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The really fucked up thing about these animals was that they didn't slow down when they got hurt, and if they did, it wasn't for very long. They didn't sleep. They just wandered and attacked. The only time they ever slowed down was when their brain was damaged to a certain point, and even then, that window f slow movement didn't last longer than about ten seconds as the brain healed itself. The only time that the brain couldn't heal itself, was after it was more than half way destroyed. So, all she had to do was make sure to damage the thing's brain to the point of no recovery. It was doable... but as stated before, it was hard as hell.
As she dragged the thing along, the iron bar began to slide the rest of the way through the creature's skull, protruding out the other side. She kept having to scoot her hands back on the pole to keep her fingers away from its teeth as it snapped its jaws at her again and again. The pole kept slipping farther and farther through the things head, bringing her hands dangerously close to being bitten. That was the last thing she wanted. She knew that the virus was airborne, but it only infected animals that way. With humans on the other hand, it was a whole different ballgame. She'd seen someone who was bitten once. They went through days, weeks or excruciating pain, until finally they weren't human anymore... and what's worse, was that they were almost impossible to kill. The once-human creatures were much more resilient, and much more dangerous.
As the creature's teeth drew closer to her hands, she muttered curse words under her breath, struggling to pull the thing forward. It was getting too close to her. She wasn't where she needed to be. She hadn't moved fast enough, and it would mean her life if she didn't move quickly. She could see her rope now, she'd left it too far away when she'd hidden, and she knew she probably wasn't going to make it over to it before her hands were latched onto and torn from her wrists. She pulled harder and let out a guttural scream, pushing all her effort into dragging this thing with her.
She wasn't going to make it to the rope. She knew that now. She glanced around, frantic, and found that the only thing she could grab onto was a low hanging wire that dangled loosely from the caving ceiling, the cinder-blocks just barely hanging onto their integrity. She knew what she had to do. She glanced to her right, her heart aching as her eyes peered through a mucky window to see the faces of her two children, Luke and Freya, tears streaming down their dust covered faces. She knew it would be the last time she would see them, but as long as they could be saved this one time, she wouldn't die in vain.
She released the pole, and the once-dog stumbled backward. Just at that moment, she pulled the low hanging wire, knocking loose what was left of the cinder-block ceiling. She watched as they fell toward her and the creature in front of her. The world moved as if it was in slow motion. Either the stone falling from the sky, or the infected animal lunging toward her was going to mean her inevitable end. She just didn't know which one would reach her first. She closed her eyes, felt fire in her lungs, and prepared herself for the inescapable... death.
