Ohey there. Welcome to my first story, which is named 'The Freaks'. The story is about James Cusack, a 15-year-old boy who wakes up one morning to find himself in a apocalyptic world. There's blood, theres tears and theres drama in the fast-paced, action packed story about survival of a boy in a world like no other... No I'm going to shut-up so you can read.
Blood. Sweat. Tears. All slowly dripping down my cheek. My lungs are disintegrating and my ribs feel like they have been snapped in half. My name is James Cusack I repeat in my head. I must pursue on my quest to find a place to hide. Cusack's NEVER give up.
I gaze at the wreck around at the city. Smashed glass from shops lie across the street. Overturned cars halfway through buildings. It's an apocalyptic graveyard. I reduce speed from a sprint to a medium paced jog. Stars fill the sky with beautiful light. I come to a sudden halt and contemplate whether if I should continue searching. I look carefully through alleys. Nothing. I hear a disturbing noise behind me. Fuck. I knew they would be gaining distance on me. They've lost sight, but I can still hear their moans in the distance. Whilst catching my breath, I start up in a slow paced jog, searching for somewhere to hide before they find me again. There. Right there. A rubbish dumpster leading to a rooftop. That will be enough cover until they pass.
With eyes wide open and adrenaline running down my spine, I climb onto the dumpster and heave myself onto the roof. The moans get louder and louder each second. I secure a good hiding place behind a brick wall of the roof and gaze over. It's a mess. I remember walking through the city as a young kid with my family, looking through the shop windows. I guess that's all in the past now. A shadow emerges from behind a building. Then another. Then another. At least 20 bodies suddenly appear from behind the building, all looking around for me.
I look at the dark, grimaces faces. I should be used to it by now but they scare me every time. It has been almost six months since this 'invasion' or whatever it is has happened. I don't know how it started or how it spread so quickly. I don't know much; after all, I was unconscious during the first 5 weeks. "No, stop it James, theres no time to think about that," I tell myself. I continue to look at the 'freaks'. That's what I personally named them. They are riddled with infection. Body parts missing. It's disgusting. Why do innocent people have to suffer like this? One of the 'freaks' looks up at me, straight in the eye. With locked eye contact, I felt a sudden chill down my spine and my heart skipped a beat. Crap. I duck behind the wall as quick as possible. I don't think it saw me. I hope it didn't see me.
I wait on the dumpster for a further 15 minutes till the coast is clear. Taking great caution as I peer back over, I find that the 'freaks' have moved on. They are nowhere in sight. As I jump down from the roof, I slip my hand into my pocket, pulling out a palm-sized map. I glance at the green street sign saying McGovern Street. Opening the map, I track where I am. Closer than I thought, only two and a half miles to my house. I build up my energy and start jogging…
I hope you all liked chapter 1 of 'The Freaks'. Be sure to tune in next time for some more blood, guts and gore!