The streets were a blood red. The only proof the virus ever existed was the horrid stench, and the blood that was pouring off the streets like maple syrup out of a container.
Hell, even that would be nice. The whole city was invaded by only a few of these cretins.
I looked to my left, the sun was hitting the coast, and the thin strip of light wouldn't protect me for long. I went inside my house, crawled into my bed and went to sleep.
I could hear them breaking glass, causing havok.
"Help…"
I heard it like a whisper.
"Help…"
Again….
"Help…"
I sat up.
"Help…"
I went to the door, as if under a trance. I looked through the peep hole. There was one of these – mutants standing there. It opened its mouth and let out a wail. I knew what to do, I stood perfectly still. After a few seconds – though it felt like an hour, it went away. Even though my doors were sealed, the windows kept perfectly shut, there still was the possibility of them finding me.
I try not to think about it. I turned on the radio, the same message was playing.
"My name is Robert Neevil, I am a survivor living in New York City, I can offer you …" it went on, and on, and on.
Robert Neevil is dead.
I have been in New York City for 5 years now. These things are still alive, they should have starved though! However, they figured out how to reproduce (freaking retarded things they are…) and since then, have been spreading like wild fire. Food never runs short, because most of the other populations have died off. That is ofcourse – the creepers. Now-a-days, deer, elk, even the occasional buck are eaten.
I never said that the blood was human, did I?
I figured out how to kill these things, but sadly, I would die too. My idea was to use the power-plants and cause a nuclear breakdown... However, if I am the last human then this world would end up being populated by all wildlife.
By the way. When I say I may be the last human, I'm not being as naïve as Neevil. That colony in Vermont, wiped out.
Germany colony, gone.
Indian colony, gone.
Asian Colony,
Lets be serious, they died of starvation --.
The only possible colony left is in Canada. There's only one problem going to Canada though. Theres a massive hive there, no matter how well the defenses of the Canada Colony may be, the hive at the border will be able to wipe them out.
That is ofcourse, saying there is a Canada colony.
"Help…"
I ignored it, I knew what it was. They use the female voice as a ploy, a trick to try and get people to come out. Only to face imminent death.
I went through my niche, gathered food, hid at night, etc.
All that time I was thinking of plans.
Five days later, I decided on a plan to kill most of the Creeper population. I gathered all the time mines I could on the fifth day, and took them back to my house. On the 7th day, they were all set, and in the morning, when the sun was just coming into the sky, I had already gone to set the bombs. They would go off on the 8th day, when all Creepers should be sleeping.
As planned, on the 8th day, they went off. I awoke to large "BOOMS". I looked around, rubble everywhere. That meant most of the hives were gone. Only a few more…
"BOOM"
"BOOM"
"BOOM"
And there went the rest of the hives. I went out, to see if anything survived. I stood in the middle of the road, and saw three figures, all fully covered. They had cloaks on them. I looked around, no other objects around. I looked back at them, they seemed closer…
I took out my gun, and fired at the first one. Blood came out. I fired at the other two, I hit the first one, the second one, I missed. It ran at me. For a second, I almost was happy that I had missed. It caught up to me, and jumped into the air, ready to strike. By now it was about 8 o clock AM or so. I took out my pistol, and fired off at its hood. I got one bullet in, and that was all I needed. The hood came flying off of the Creeper, and the sun blazed on it. Within a few seconds it was dead. I stared at it for a second. Waiting for it to get up. It never did. I got into a large truck and took a trip around NYC, everything was dead.
For the first time in over five years, I slept well. No sounds came to me in my sleep, and that voice was gone, finally!
At about 12 o clock I got up. I yawned, all of the sudden I hear something, almost distant. Then it becomes more clear.
"Help…"
AN: This is only the first chapter. I wrote it out of insomnia, and it came out kinda nice. There is still stuff I haven't answered, like who this person is, and the Canada Colony.
Give me awhile to write up Chapter 2. Hopefully I will get a decent amount of reviews.