Chapter 1
Hell
Darkness.
That was the first memory he had waking up after the building collapse on him. Darkness and pain filling his limbs when he was finally made aware of the world around him.
He tried to sit up with some difficulty, wincing in horror when he saw the state his left arm was in. Broken, bloodied, useless.
He felt a wave of nausea hit him as soon as he found his way on shaky legs, throwing up what little food he still had on him.
Blinding pain traveled through his body until his eyes found themselves blinded by the sun light.
Moans…
Groans…
Bodies dragging themselves, the smell of dead filling his nostrils a warning lifting in his mind when he realized they were near.
He lifted his eyes and saw three walking bodies approaching him. He breathed harder, sweat rolling down his face. He needed to move..
Move.
Move.
MOVE!
He took a step forward, then another. He had to stop when the nausea was back and his left arm hit lightly the side of a wall, he whimpered biting down his lower lip to drown his screams.
More moans. They were getting closer.
He closed his eyes shouting orders to his legs.
Death was near.
He could sense it. He could smell it.
Opening his eyes he decided he would face his death like a man. He saw those horrible creatures approached him. Blood and meat on their teeth, hungry exterior, rotten flesh…
Then, three shoots broke the silence.
He watched as one by one those rotten bodies fell to the ground. He didn't know what was worse, the zombies or the unknown shooter.
But then, he saw her.
Tall, long, dark hair, clear green-golden eyes, high cheeks, sever expression. An Angel.
His angel.
She eyed him with a gun point at him.
Not emotion.
A killer.
He smiled before collapsing.
He had gone to heaven before going back to hell.