I come bearing the fruits of an extreme amalgamate of creative juices and motivation which forms a lethal cocktail to anyone foolish enough to try and give me an idea!
Welcome to the first of the remade chapters of HNM. I am actually excited to tackle this objective and see how people compare this to the previous version.
Which had started in april of the previous year.
I will be very depressed if I cannot actually change the quality. So please send feedback in any way you see fit!
WELL ENJOY Y'ALL
Chapter 1: Shit, they're real.
Needless to say, Osmius felt like he was in a really tough spot. The teenager had been walking home from one of his usual walks in the woods that he took. (haha, original joke I hear you call. It's notta joke.) He had expected the same thing he always did when coming home from one of these. The usual.
He did not expect the zombie apocalypse.
The scene that met his silvery eyes was not one he could imagine forgetting. His street, full of ghoulish creatures of the living remains of his neighbors. He recognised many of his friends walking among the dead as well, their faces already in a state of rot with glowing lavender eyes. Quar was there, his buddy from preschool. And Denise, the one whom he could never confess his secret crush to. Now he would never get the chance. Tears welled up in his eyes as he saw the staggering corpses make their way by the dozens into his house. He did not care for the fate his horrible stepdad would get… but his mother was a different story. She was the one there for him whenever he was in trouble or hurt. He felt a great weight settle in his heart as he realized he would never be able to repay her the actions. Some instinct in him told him to run, that everything was lost. He knew it was right. So he turned to run away, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Only to slam into something powerful and sturdy.
He blinked and looked up to see what he had run into, gasping when he saw his local mailman. Except something was off. The mailman had glowing red eyes for one. That and the massive drooling incisors plunging towards his neck. Barely avoiding the attack, he started running anywhere he could. He could hear the ghouls closing in behind him. He heard the ominous laugh of the mailman. He was crying openly now. He ran past the yard where he and a couple of friends had built a treehouse. He sprinted by the street corner where the old war vets would sit on the porch of the house there and tell fascinating stories. He flew by the diner, where he would go with his family every sunday after church for lunch. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed for all the memories he can never experience again. He ran right into an abandoned construction site. He looked around for something, anything he could use to fight the oncoming horde. He checked the steamroller, but there were no keys. The generator that ran the power tools was out of gas. After some inspection, he grabbed a small hammer and chisel along with a jackhammer. He quickly hid in the bed of the dump truck there, and began working away. Eventually he got what he wished: The heavy metal blade of the jackhammer. Knowing that it would be very useful, he stood up to make his last stand.
Only to flinch at what he saw.
The entire population of his town was standing in front of him. At the forefront of it all stood the mailman, ready to claim his last victim for the night. Despite feeling hopeless, Osmius got into a stance, preparing to fight until he dropped.
Which unfortunately was not very long at all. Not even close.
The vampiric mailman shot forward. Even though Osmius slammed the bar as hard as he could into the creature's gut, the monster returned with a brutal punch, dislocating his jaw. He flew backwards, right into a wall.
An unfinished concrete wall.
With rebar sticking out of it….
Ouch….
Os hung there, gasping for breath, shocked silent from the pain of the two metal rods sticking out from his body. One stuck through a lung, the other through his lower abdomen. The vampire slowly approached him from the front, chuckling evilly, before exploding into full on cackles. He calmed himself down, before speaking.
"Boy, that was pathetically half-assed. Didn't do jack shit to me. As much as I can expect from a weak, pathetic human such as you."
Osmius knew it. He was gonna die. He could not breathe, and his vision was blurring up. He could barely register the gunshots…
Gunshots?
BLAM BLAM
'Definitely gunshots.' He thought to himself. He blinked and groaned. He saw a big red blur sweeping through the ranks of gray, and a big yellow blur rushing up to him. His disappearing hearing vaguely picked up "You….. Virgin?"
Well that was also quite unexpected.
Shocked by the whole absurdity of his situation and dismissing it as a painfully vivid dream, he decided to go along. He nodded. He started chuckling weakly, giving way to a coughing fit. He didn't even flinch at what happened next.
He felt a brutal pain in his neck, then his vision went black.
Alright guys! Please do let me know what you think of my new style! Greatly appreciated!
Tata!
