This is my prototype fanfiction. featuring my OC….i know, i'm sorry if i'll make this turn into a horrible fanfic, but i tried, and i wanna know your reaction :)
Anyway, at the end, i should thank every one of you that kindly spend your time reading this fic. Have a good day :D
"Keep Alex at a safe place, i'm taking his position"
Then, he puts his hand on Alex's chest, taking away his 3 layers clothing of jacket, hoodied=sweater and shirt. Leaving Alex with only a tight dark green shirt and his jeans. All that took those things away was the man blacklight virus. Dana and Dr. Ragland jaw dropping to be surprised by his sudden ability like Alex's
"I an going to lead you all to a safehouse. Away from the blast of chaotic situation"
"But, who will carry Alex ?" asks Ragland worrily.
"I will" says the man along with the raise of his ferocious face under the shadow of the hood
They got outside and rund. Rush blesses their tappering feet and wind cools their hot faces.
They are in a race with threat.
The world has long forgot that they are even there, but they are trying not to be noticed in this plain sight where everyone struggling to live. Infected, hunters, civilians, marines and Blackwatch soldier. On top of all, they are all sharing the same fear. None of them dare to look back, to have a little sight of what is going on...NO. There is no time for them to do it. All they have to do is run until they reach the safe place he has promised.
A straight run away passed six blocks to the south from Ragland's morgue. Then, going south-east where the street start to decent it self to a more quiet surrounding. Running past three blocks and their heart is at it's rate. But not with the man carrying Alexon his back. His sight is steady while his friends recovering from tiredness.
"Fuck !"
Dana's voice find it's way through her throat.
"I shouldn't have missed my gym class ! Running through hell is definitely not a sport !"
"And i shouldn't be too old for this !"
Dana and Doc Ragland are way too tired to continue. They are sitting on the lonely street's sideway. He looks at they whining friends. Now , they are in the middle of an empty neighborhood. No infected and hunters, nor theis fuselages. Not even soldiers are patrolling around. The streets are sweeped clean, somehow...
"Come. Now we can walk slowly. That silo is just beneath that old factory"
With sleeping Alex still clinging on his back, he points toward an old rubber factory. Abandoned and looks so ghostly among the desserted environtment. It stands against the red sky and the sinking sun, that waving it's goodbye to the human race that still fighting for existance, leaving them to the hand of the darkest night sky they might ever see once in the history...