A different apocalypse than the zombie one. Similar, but different.
Day 1
We all have read The Zombie Survival Guide. None of us thought it would happen. And it didn't. It was much worse. The... demons I guess they are, are faster, stronger, and smarter than any zombie. My name is Joseph. I'm 24. I decided to keep a journal. I don't remember the date, so I wont write it down. We've been cut off from the outside world. We, our motley crew of citizens with salvaged weapons and ammo, are all alone in an abandoned city. This is what will happen over as long as I can keep writing in this book. There was an attack today. I was on guard duty. I was waiting for the salvaging crew to come back. I scan the torn landscape, and suddenly I start to hear gunfire. I look in the direction, and see The crew coming towards our little fortress. I see 15 demons behind them. As they run towards me, I open fire with the machine gun mounted at my post. 3 go down. 12. The demons catch up to the crew, surrounding them. Suddenly, Gabe, the man who had gardening duty today runs into my post barefoot yelling "What's going on?!" I yell back "Man the gun!" and jump out of my post grabbing my semiautomatic and running toward the crew, who have engaged the demons in combat. 8 more go down in combat and from my gun. 4. Two demons have separated James, a 17-year-old, from the group. His back is to me, and he has his pistol drawn. He puts a bullet in ones head, but the other tackles him. I pull my gun over from killing the last two near us, but I'm too late, and the demon sinks it's teeth into James' neck. I don't even remember pulling the trigger, but the demon is suddenly flying through the air. Me and Johnson, a big man from the crew, run forward. Johnson gets there first, and finishes of the demon. When I get there, I look at James' convulsing body, say a silent prayer, and shoot him through the temple. I barely notice when the rest of the crew arrives. Annie, James' sister cradles his head in her arms, sobbing. The bodies are disposed of, burned as is supposed to be done. No one smiles tonight. He was too young. But now he is gone. Goodbye to James Syton, a noble boy.
TO BE CONTINUED...