Mortem
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The Apocalypse. No one ever thought it would come like this, so sudden, so... Deadly. April 18th, 2064. 3 days ago. 3 days since Annabelle Armstrong witnessed the first wave of mutants tear apart her town, since she had to run, with only a 8mm pistol, 5 rounds, and a whole lot of fear. ------ Snap. My body whipped around, the cold metal weapon in my hands raised towards the sound. "Wh-Who's there?" My voice raised, yet the shaky fear evident in it. Snap. Again I turned. Snap. Snap. The bastard, it was circling me, messing with my head. I saw movement from the corner of my eye and aimed toward it, unmoving. It was only when the snarl came from behind me did I know I was done for. I turned, but turned too late, the grotesque mutant had already leapt, it's yellow rotted teeth bared at me as its oily black hair was whipped behind it by the wind. It's claws dug into my shoulders as it took me down, snarling and snapping it's decaying jaws in my face. My body shook with fear, and an ice cold terror gripped me. 'This is it.' I thought, as the mutants ugly head swung up, ready to strike back down and eat it's way through my jugular. Bang.
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A click sounds from somewhere and within seconds everything around me sets on fire. I step back and hear the roaring flames from all around me. But, when I step back there's a harsh gust of wind in my direction. I glance behind me and see the fire open up a like a trail. Without much thought about the strange occurrence of events, I turn and begin walking that way. As I walk the fire continues making a trail for me to walk until I quickly stop. I'm at the edge of a cliff and ahead of me is burning land. Trees burn to ashes and all of the greenery burns until there's nothing left, but a large creature. The IX. My eyes widen as I step back, but the flames appear behind me, stopping me. The IX turns to face me. His eyes are empty holes. This time I don't make any sound. I stand tall atop the cliff and feel something in my hand. I look down in my hand and see a dagger in my hand. The creature roars loudly, before running towards me with frightening speed. I hold the dagger, ready to throw it. Once it's basically right in front of me, I throw the dagger. It slices through the air, straight towards the creature...

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