The man from redwood.
Our story begins with a man named Kane he lives in the town of redwood when the outbreak first started his wife and child where one of the first in his town to become infected. He was devastated. He tied his family to beds in an attempt to cure them but then one evening his wife got loose she
had gone crazy she had only one thing on her mind if one could justify saying she still had one kill.
When she broke free Kane was forced to fight for his life he had a choice him or her he won the fight she didn't go down right away her death wails made Kane feel awful about hurting his wife. so he finished her off with a shot gun he kept under his bed the sound of the buckshot cleaving through his wife still haunted him. After his wife was dead he knew his son was beyond saving. He went to his room by now his son's eyes had glazed over with a deep milky white his skin was pale and the only response he had to his father's presence was struggling against his bonds and growling.
With tears running down his face he summoned all of his will power and cocked his shotgun ejecting a spent shell. As it hit the floor it made a ringing sound as he loaded a shell in to it and raised it at
His son's face the boy was snarling and growling making gruesome sounds. As he wiped tears away he said."Good night my son…" Kane pulled the trigger it was the hardest thing he had ever done and he knew the guilt would eat away at him eventually.
As he walked out of his son's room steam coming off of the tip of his gun. He walked past his wife lying in a pool of her own blood buckshot holes all over the kitchen. He sat down on his couch which was right past the kitchen. As he did so he laid his shot gun next to him. He put his head in his hands and began sobbing uncontrollably after a half hour he came to a realization, if he didn't leave his home town soon he would perish with it.
He picked up his shot gun and his trench coat and his heavy boots and his keys, Kane then ransacked the house gathering supplies. After he was done he grabbed his coat was long it was a gray color and went down to his knees. As he walked out the door he lit a match and lit the curtains of his living room on fire. He had no intention of returning.
As he dropped the match a trail of smoke followed it the smoke was like a fine white trail of mist it clung to the match. Like a baby to its mother.
The curtains quickly turned in to a blazing inferno spreading to the loveseat nearby as he walked out the door his house turning to a raging firestorm.
The scent of burning wood and flesh filled the air as he made his way to the drive way, there sat his Harley Davidson chopper.
It was painted black and the little light there was from the fire and the evening light gleamed off it. The evening was twilight and the faintest light from the sun streaked across the now light red sky there where clouds here and there they had turned a slightly purple color.
As Kane sat down on the Harley he tied a rope to his shotgun and looped it around his chest. He fired up the Harley and floored it.
The bike screeched as it roared down the road tearing the calm air of the evening asunder. He pulled a pair of goggles from his coat pocket and placed them over his eyes, as he moved down the road he saw wrecked cars the fire casted an orange glow over him and his bike as he made his way through the wreckage he found himself at the local gun shop.
It was called guns unlimited."Hm… maybe I should stock up" he thought as he opened the front door it was made of glass and made a creaking sound as he slowly opened it.
As he slowly stepped inside it Kane removed the goggles and placed them in his coat pocket. the store was well lit behind the counter was a glass case full of guns shotguns laser scopes AK 47's everything one would need to survive an apocalypse at least in terms of defense .
He walked over to the case and grabbed his shotgun he raised it up and using the butt of the gun smashed the glass. As he reached inside he found a hunting rifle with a scope putting it to his eye letting the shotgun hang off its robe, he gazed through the scope out the door the scope was very nice he could see well.
As he put the rifle down Kane tucked it inside his coat pocket on the inside of his coat. He grabbed a few boxes of ammo and a few magazines for his new weapon. He grabbed another few boxes of shotgun shells tucking them inside his outer coat pocket."These should come in handy…" he said as he grabbed a lazar scope and a flashlight and a roll of duck tape he put the scope in his pocket he saw a box of little flash lights slightly smaller than the normal kind.
He tore a chunk of tape off the roll and attached it to the flash light wrapping the tape around the barrel of his shotgun making sure the flashlight was on tight he did the same with the hunting rifle.
After grabbing more supplies while he whistled his favorite song as he walked out of the store. His coat felt heavy even though he had just killed his family it hadn't quiet sunk in yet.
As he sat down on his bike he saw a woman inching closer to him from the shadows."Can I help you?" he said, the woman didn't respond Kane stepped off his bike and laid both hands on his shotgun one on the trigger one of the pump which was used to load it and ejected shells. "Hey! You get out of the shadows!" he said as he cocked the gun.
The woman remained in the shadows and started growling."Oh hell…" he though as his eyes widened Kane started backing up slowly towards his Harley trying to be quiet in the process.
The woman in the shadows leaped at him making a screeching sound before he could act she was on top of him he used his legs to keep her at bay kicking her violently in the gut his boot was on her stomach her face was pale, her eyes glazed over with a milky sheen of white. Her hair was a festering rat's nest it looked like she had been laying in a gutter for days.
Her face was mere inches away from his, mustering his strength he kicked her off himself jumping up quickly he saw her stagger backwards and run at him this time he was prepared, he raised his shotgun and fired the shot echoed in the distance the sound waves bouncing off the houses nearby.
As the shell cleaved through her face it make a dreadful crack sound and splash as she hit the ground Kane ran over to her, the woman's face was completely caved in her eyes were not where they should be rather they where were her forehead should have been the scene made Kane gag. Covering his mouth with his forearm he backed up slowly and got on his Harley, as he started it up and roared off down the street he was still pumped up with adrenaline. "What the hell was that?" he thought his mind reeled as to what was happening to his home town.
After about 5 minutes of going down the wreckage of a street he came upon the office where his friend Keith worked he decided to see if his friend was there.
As he entered the lobby he heard a sound he couldn't make it out but then he realized what it was crying.
As Kane stepped lightly towards the gentle crying sound, his body was flooded with more adrenaline. His fingers tightened around the grip of his sawed off shotgun. In the darkness, a bead of sweat ran down his face. In the wreckage of the office, he stepped over mangled corpses; he crouched slowly making his way to the sound. As he neared it, his breathing grew shallow. As he entered a darkened room, he turned off his flashlight that he had taped on to the front of his gun.
As he moved ever closer, he could feel his heart beating It was a deep thudding sound. As he moved closer to the crying, his mind reeled. The crying was womanly but sounded like a young lady.
As he neared a dark corner of the office, the crying reached its height. As he stopped, he saw it. Glowing red eyes burning like a gentle fire. They were a crimson sheen of red behind their glow he saw pupils attached to a head of a woman. Her form was that of an hourglass she held her head in her hands. As Kane looked at them he was horrified.
Her fingernails had turned from regular nails to long blackened claws 5 inches long caked in dried blood. As she held her face in her claws, her sobbing was getting to Kane. He was always a sucker for a woman in need. "Awe hell my one weakness..." he thought as he inched closer to the woman.
Her skin was a pale ashen sheen and she was dressed only in a pair of underwear and bra. "PSST... hey… you okay?" he asked as he looked from left to right. As the figure slowly turned its head to him, his fear grew. Her red glowing eyes struck terror in him.
As it lowered its claw like hands to its knees, it looked at him and for a moment they just looked at each other. As a bead of sweat dripped off Kane's face the pale woman leaped at him as adrenaline surged through him everything around him slowed down. As the woman leaped at him she went for his stomach as he watched her His trench coat fluttered in slow-motion it was like it was being blown by the wind as he fell backwards the pale girl wrapped her arms around his midsection.
Falling onto his back his shot gun it was knocked to his side the robe attached to it kept it from going too far only about 2 feet away.
As Kane turned his head to his midsection everything sped up to normal speed. He saw the girl her hair was white and was ragged looking it was messy like she had not brushed it in days. As he laid there he was frozen with Terror as the woman moved her head up she looked at him her face had a light layer of dirt on it, barely noticeable against her ashen pale skin.
Kane looked at her his 5 o'clock shadow wet with sweat and as he did she laid her head against his chest and closed her eyes, Kane was bewildered as to why she would do something so strange why would a women whom he doesn't even know would tackle him. "What the hell is going on? Damnit if things keep going like this I'll get killed!" he thought to himself.
The woman hugging his torso let go and backed away slowly until she was about a foot away. As he looked at her she looked ashamed rocking back and forth nervously as Kane grabbed his shotgun and ejected a spent shell it made a ting sound as it hit the floor the sound made the female infected before him stop rocking.
Nervously she extended a claw it was a dark sheen of red and looked jagged, deadly as she slipped the tip of the claw inside the shell she moved back to her face its golden sheen gleaming in the dim light of the moon coming in from the open window. She found the shell interesting looking at it poking it with a blackened claw it made a ting sound every time she would touch it Kane tightened his grip around the grip of the weapon.
As he turned his attention back to the young woman he wasn't sure what to do she had done nothing to him but he was almost sure she was infected but he just wouldn't bring himself to shoot her."Who are you…?" he asked as he turned his flashlight back on.
The woman raised a clawed hand to her face covering her eyes with it .noticing this Kane turned the light off the woman lowered her hand slowly unsure of herself. As she rose to her feet and walked over to a wall and using a claw she carved into it .The sound the claw made as it carved was similar to nails of a chalk board.
Kane shuddered as the sound entered his ears he had always had very sensitive hearing ever since his days as a soldier in the army. As she finished with the awful noise Kane looked at the letters the woman had carved in the wall it said Tracey the edges of the letters where jagged, blackened.
"Your name is Tracey huh? Nice name" he said as he extended a hand to her. She looked at his hand it was in a fingerless glove made of black leather she cowered covering her head with her hands and shaking clearly afraid."Hey… easy I'm not gunna hurt you" Kane said as he squatted down to her level. He got the feeling someone was watching him as he turned his head northwest to the window he saw a man squatting in the window. His body covered in a hooded shirt with long sleeves the hood was covering the figure's face but he could make out a nose and a mouth.
The sleeves looked like they were kept on the arms by straps of silver duck tape which was a dark color of silver darkened by the elements the figure's shirt had blood on it looked fresh still wet.
The drawstrings attached to the hood had something tied on them he couldn't make them out the figure had slightly sand color pants on also wet in places with gore. The pants where attached to its ankles by straps of duck tape.
The moon light from the window cast a silhouette around the figure as Kane slowly rose to his feet the figure growled it was like the growling his son had done back at his house but deeper more animalistic. The figure in the window launched at him with an earsplitting scream mixed with a yelled as Kane was knocked backwards onto his back the man that had been squatting in the window was on his stomach punching him in the face his shotgun was knocked off its robe and slid across the grimy body leaden floor mangle office workers layed everywhere.
The man growled and continued to punch him in the face Kane was no push over and landed a few good blows. The woman that he was near ran at the man on top of him and knocked the hooded man off him. As Kane scrambled to his shot gun he grabbed the gun and rose to his feet and cocked it making a clicking sound he raised it up to the hooded man's face.
The gun on the tip of his nose the man raised his hands up to the sides of his head with his palms open his hands where caked in dirt and grime his fingernails were about an inch long and pointed thick and sharp not as deadly looking as the woman's but still looked rather dangerous.
Kane saw something jiggle in his shirt pocket. "Empty your pockets now!" he said his voice deep and angry. As the young man moved a hand into the pocket on his hooded shirt he pulled out something that horrified Kane. To his horror he removed a server arm with the hand and everything it was severed at the elbow.
As Kane moved his gaze to the drawstrings of the hood he saw tied to the strings was small rat skulls bleached clean not a shred of flesh on them in disgust he staggered backwards."What the hell are you?" he said fighting the intense urge to vomit.