it's been three years now. three years of hardship, torture, loss, and death. three years since they arrived. they said they would protect us from others. oh how stupid we were to believe them. the human race is all, but gone now, in only three years. i have lost my mother, my sister and brother, and soon i will lose myself in all this chaos. i don't know who to trust, who to believe. so, for now i'm alone, alone in a the big world.
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The streets of New York are dangerous, and yet it is the only place i can go. sky scrappers are destroyed in pieces or about to topple over each other. streets are littered with debris and cars. all abandoned. all abandoned, but me.
i find a small shop and walk inside. the rusty door bell chimes a dull sad sound. the store was once a small Chinese restaurant. lanterns crowded the floor with cheap fake fireworks. carefully, i guide my feet to the back kitchen.
flies are everywhere following the stench of rotten flesh. maggots crawl over a dead body with an ax sticking out of his back. i cover my nose, "Lord take thy into your gracious arms." i muttered under my breath. before the attack, i lived in a christian home, my mother being a priestess.
i found a good sharp knife in a drawer and some cans of beans. i shove the cans in my backpack and stick the knife into a holster i made around my thigh.
across the street was a department store for clothing, i think Ross or something. i walk in and see over turned racks of clothes. i looked down at my own clothes.
i wore a simple tank top one size to small, baggy jeans, and uggs. i needed new clothing. i pulled of my backpack and stripped down to only my briefs and sports bra. looking through, i found a pair of skinny jeans, a black loose shirt with a black and white angel on it. i also found a military style jacket with black leather sleeves and bronze studs lining the two collar pieces. i pulled on a pair of hiking boots.
i found a brush and brushed out my red hair. i slipped my leg holster on, and grabbed my handguns and tucked them in the back of my jeans.
the sun was going down and i needed to hide. i started blocking the windows and door and grabbed a pile of clothing and put them in the changing rooms for the night.
less than one hour they came. you could hear them searching through the streets. they have these distinctive shrieks they call out when they find something, and it sounds like they did.
A loud crash came from the store. i hid in my pile of clothes. A large creature stalked into the dressing room. I knew I wasn't hidden enough and if it turned its bulky head, I would be dead meat.
As I predicted, the creature turned his head and spotted me with its red demon eyes.
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