Blood Ridden

Cries Of Night

Blood splatters drying. And moans of the dead echoed throughout the empty streets.
Pain.
A sudden scream caught their attention. "I-i can't take this any-" another scream rippled the calm essence of the surroundings. The woman continued "Anymore..."
Blood.
The lights in the dark sky barely visible under the smog left behind from civilization. Another voice struck the silence. "Honey their coming we have no time"
Death
"No" Hazel orbs glowered at the man before her. "No... we can't leave this baby." He sighed slowly "Our baby..."
Sacrificing
The man rubbed his dirty hand across his dark oily hair." Very well..." he turned around and bent down "then I'll have to give these mother fuckers one hell of a show right?" He flashed his wife a toothy grin as he stood upright holding a rifle.
One life
Walking out into the now crowded streets. The woman started to hear gunfire. Many groans of them drains out the sound of one more persons last words to the world. "My dear wife..." he flinched "-And my child. Live for me. For others before you..." then his world went dark.
For many.

~~~six~years~later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Laughter bounced off the trees. A boy bouncing and running about the shrubbery. Every step a limp would fall into his run and slow him. "Mom! Mom!" He laughed as one of them responded with a gurgle of blood. A rope around its neck, and its jugular slit open.
The thing behind him snarled as he tugged on it rope. He called 'mom' again and once again tugged on the rope.
He soon arrived at an old farmhouse with a horse snorting behind a fence. Cattle separated into pens. He tied the rope in a shed house closing the door and gate behind him. " I'll bring her some cow later" he started whistling a tune skipping and limping along the way.
Bang! The boy swivelled his head around obsidian locks obstructing his sight. Bang! Bang! 'Gunshots?' He tilted his head as he thought about the possibility of other survivors.
  More groans filled the foggy air. He started towards the commotion a staff in hand, and a concealed dagger in his boot. Finding his way to a clearing he quickly spotted the living fighting them. He crouched slowly carful not to make any sound.
"HELLLLLLP!!!" One of the living cried out. Jabbing at one of the dead, desperate to live. He carefully got back up grabbing his staff he thrusted himself at one of them. Forcefully piercing it's skull, and brain proceeding through its socket. The living in front of it squealed. 'Annoying...' he spit on the ground as he pounced into the air spiralling several feet across the clearing to another corpse.
It roared and thrust its arm into the sky towards the spinning boy. His eyes cold blue and calculating hid behind a curtain of black. Spitting in its face he threw his staff into the things for head. Catching the living one off guard by the sudden movement. BANG!. 'Huh' his vision started to blur 'that one was real loud...' shadowed spots danced in his vision.  Before he passed out he felt strong arms under his back.

~~~some~hours~later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

'Soft?' He lightly shook his head to make the black in his vision disperse. "-ma-" reaching his hand towards the left side of his head he felt around. Baby skin cheeks, smooth eyelid. He stopped at his ear, eyes widening he shrieked.
Thunking came from all around the house. The boy heard guns being set to fire, and the smell of gunpowder filled his nostrils." What be wrong with 'ya boy?" A man with a red grimy beard spoke first, gun aimed towards the child.
Thinking the kid responded quietly," I-I n..not-oting." His speech garbled and incomplete sounded foreign to the men and women surrounding him.
Some tilted their heads and whispered to the person next to them."I-s s-oome-ting wo-ng?" He tilted his head at the living in front of him.
   A brunette woman bent down towards the small boy. "Boy... what is name?"
Her Esperanto accent was strong, and her English wasn't all that great. But compared to the boys it was amazing,. More whispers circled through the group."Ajax!" His gibberish wasn't heard in his exclamation. But it was followed by silence.
     An echoed clap broke the silence.

A/N : you can criticize bad or sweet I don't care as long as I get feedback. And if no one like it I won't continue this story.