Hey guys, sorry about how terrible a writer I am. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes.
I got up from the computer and headed to the kitchen to grab a snack. As soon as I left the room, however, I saw a most horrid being in the kitchen. It looked like an average man at first glance, however it had horrifically large boils on its face, and several slimy appendages, some of them about a foot long. It wandered aimlessly around the kitchen, occasionally grabbing miscellaneous objects off of the counters with its worm-like tongues. It coughed violenty every few seconds.
I was so horrified it took me a few minutes to realize there was maniacal laughter coming from outside the window, somewhere in the back yard. I cautiously crawled over to the window.
As I peered out into the yard, I noticed several people standing idly in the street, all appearing sickly and drunken. I couldn't quite make out there faces,
as the street lights were off, which was strange considering it was two O' clock in the morning.
I spotted what seemed to be the source of the laughter. It looked almost like a spider monkey with an impossibly hunched back and large claws that shivered quickly. The strange creature ran around the yard, occasionally slashing at the brain dead people in the street. I heard what seemed to be crying, and upon searching for it, I saw a thin woman, about twenty years old, sitting in the street, her blonde hair greasy and matted. She had humongous claws which covered her face.
Suddenly, I noticed the laughing hunchback had disappeared from view, although I could still hear it. I pressed my nose against the window to get a better view of the yard.
What happened next frightened me more than anything I had ever experienced in my eighteen years.
A face appeared in the window, if you could call it a face. It had glowing yellow eyes with a demented look to them. It had almost no hair, and its remaining hair looked like it used to be a bright orange, but it was now so covered in dust and blood it had became very dull. It had yellow eyes that were extremely crooked, and I could tell it was smiling even though the skin around its mouth was gone completely.
I jumped back, careful to do so quietly so as not to alert the coughing man in the kitchen. The monkey-like creature, still laughing, raised a hand almost comically and slowly pointed its index finger straight upwards. Then, quick as a flash, he jabbed at the window with the finger. The glass shattered, and the Whatever-It-Was jumped into the room and lunged at me.
Now, I couldn't see anything, so I felt around. It seemed that the creature was on my head, standing on my shoulders, covering my eyes with its large hands.
Every now and then it would lift a demented claw up and slash me across the face with it. I had to hold back screams of pain, for fear of attracted more of these mutants.
Suddenly, I felt something long and slimy grip my torso and pull me backwards. It felt like a cross between a snake and a slug. I soon saw that is was one of the appendages of the thing with boils in the kitchen, however, as almost immediately after the tongue grabbed me the maniacal creature jumped off my head and sprinted out the window, back into the night.
As I was pulled across the hall and into the kitchen, the front door opened, and two men entered. These men, however, were not mutated in the slightest, and they seemed safe (although the fact that they had guns frightened me). The one in front had a white suit with a blue undershirt, and short black hair. The one following him had a baseball cap, a beige T-Shirt and jeans.
The one in the suit quickly raised his shotgun and a few feet behind me, firing towards the sink. I heard a weak cough and the grip of the tongue slackened as I fell to the ground, a green puff of smoke floating near the boil covered being's body.
"Come on, help him up." Said the man in the suit.
"On it." Said the man with the cap in a thick Southern accent. He then walked over to me and helped me up, as the suited man said "Name's Nick. This is Ellis.
You are...?"
"D-d-d-daniel," I replied, extremely shaken up by what had just happened. "Th-th-th-thank y-y-y-you. W-w-what was that th-th-thing?"
"That was a Smoker right there," replied Ellis. "Them things go and grab ya with there tongues and reel ya in like fish. Ya never wanna-"
Nick cut him off.
"Wait, you've never met one of those slimy bastards? How long have you been aware of this damn disease?"
Disease? I'd never heard of any disease. Then again, I didn't sleep for all of last week, so maybe this happened during that full three days of sleep I got.
I just woke up an hour ago and went to the computer, I didn't notice anything strange until I saw the Smoker.
"So you mean the insane monkey and the crying woman are part of this thing?" I said, my intelligence converted to shock.
A somewhat overweight African-American man with a purple sports shirt slowly walked in holding a bloody chainsaw.
"Hell yeah, dem Jockies are some insane little things, and the cryin' ones, Witches, they don't do nothing 'till ya 'tack 'em, but when ya do...Watch ya ass."
He paused for a second, then said, "Oh, right, call me Coach. I'd 'ntroduce Rochelle, but she's out there holding off the Infected.
As soon as he finished, a terrifying, demonic scream came from outside, followed by slashing noises and a woman screaming for help.
"Aw, shit, Hun'er!" Ellis said, as he and Coach ran outside to help.
"Well, let's go. Here's a medkit, here's a pistol. That's all you'll need."
Bewildered, I took the items and strapped the first aid kit to my back. I pulled my pistol out and followed Nick outside to help.
On the ground was a body of a gray skinned teenager wearing a hoodie, eyes covered by the hood, his bloody mouth still open. I figured it was dead, so there was no need to shoot it.
I was incorrect, however, because seconds later I heard another demonic scream, and I was pushed to the ground, the hooded mutant tearing at my insides.
Ellis pulled a fire axe from his back and sliced the thing's (A Hunter, he called it?) head clean off, the blood spattering my face. I got up, heart beating so hard I expected it to burst from my chest, and felt the ground shake. The being that rushed towards us is something I will never forget.
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There you have it, chapter one. Should I continue?