Nightmares of the Damned
I decided to try and put up a story to see how it goes, I like to write but I've never really put it out there. This is just a thought that popped into my head, let me know if I should continue it. And I do not own Slender man rights...sadly, only my OC's belong to me :)
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To say that life throws me a few hard balls would be putting it lightly, saying that life just naturally hated me would more or less hit the mark. Then again, judging from the state that the country, and probably the world, was in right now life hated just about everybody. Yes, I'm talking about an infection, yes, I mean one of those Resident Evil and Walking Dead type infections. Except this was real. It just started out as one of the common flu's of the season and for some unknown reason it just mutated from there, no warnings, no signs, nothing. Just a raging infection that couldn't be stopped once it was air-born. Luckily some of the fiction stories actually held some truth to them and there was a percentage of people who were quite resistant to it, but that didn't stop them from dying. I was one of those people...but my family was not...not a single damned one...and their all gone. I had been on my own for about a year now and I had learned to look after myself, aside from the times I would travel to a town with a straggler or two who provided good company once they checked out. I'm not a cold hearted killer, but I'm not the first person to welcome a stranger either...not with so many who wouldn't hesitate to gun me down where I stand just for the clothes on my skin and the food in my bag. My rules are simple though, you keep to your own and I'll keep to mine, but if someone tries to strike...they're getting a bullet. But as I said before I'm not unwilling to work with people for some good company, especially if there's people my age involved. I'm fairly young, just turned 23, and I wouldn't say beautiful or stunning fit my description, but I was fairly pretty for being in a zombie apocalypse. I'm fairly tall, about 5'9, with just above shoulder length dark auburn hair that waved in the back and razor edged bangs in the front. I have strange golden eyes and a more or less fiery attitude to match it. I'm also not what you would call 'skinny', but I'm not overweight either, and since this started I'm sure I've lost a good few pounds. People always seem to think that when something like this would happen it would go something like 'Oh I would just go with it and kick ass.' or 'My skills would show at the right time so i could defend myself.' But it doesn't work that way, nothing ever goes the way you plan it, or the way you see it in movies and shows. I pretty much wanted to give up like a wimp at the start, but something inside of me said that it wasn't the time...so I taught myself how to survive. Practicing maneuvers and defense, making sure I at least kept up some stamina and strength, I had thought that I was pretty much prepared for any situation that this world would throw at me. But what would occur over the next week of my life would change well...everything...that would happen in my future to come, it would show me that sometimes to see the light...you had to go through the darkness first.