Hello, this is my first Fanfiction story. This story will be based on several operatives from Blackwatch and their hunt to eliminate anyone who may be infected. This story will also switch to the civilians' struggle to survive both infected and their Blackwatch hunters, so I'm sorry if that may get confusing. As I said this is my first story, so please give this story a shot. Hopefully it isn't too bad!
Dead and Alone
"Grant, O Lord, Thy protection" A girl gasped in fear as she shook violently, hearing the door snap as the wood groaned in protest.
"Daddy! Daddy, stop! Daddy, please!" The girl cried, tears streaming down the sides of her bruised face, her lip fat from a thick cut on her lower lip.
She didn't understand. Her father was sick was fever not too long ago when the girl went to school. But when she got home she was confused as to why neither her mother or her father were there to greet her. They were just gone. As she walked towards the master bedroom, she began to hear strange noises. Like someone was eating incredibly fast. The girl cried in terror as she saw her father kneeling down over her mother, her whole chest cavity torn open as the man ran his fingers through her intestines, her blood staining the carpet and seeping into the hardwood floor underneath.
Sniffing, the man turned towards her. She didn't understand. It wasn't her Daddy. Her Daddy's eyes were warm and loving, not a sickly yellow and bloodshot. And now here she was, trapped in a closet with the door slowly breaking, praying for her father to stop, praying for protection.
"And in protection, strength
And in strength, understanding..."
The girl cried sharply as his hand suddenly broke through, the wood splintering as the man gurgled and snarled, his sickly face contesting in hunger as his jaw snapped open and closed.
The girl crawled to the very back of the closet, the clothes becoming stained with blood and gore as he smeared his hands on the wall. She could smell it. She could smell the horrid rot and decay of bodies. It was the worst.
"And in understanding, knowledge
And in knowledge, the knowledge of justice
And in the knowledge of justice, the love of it
And in the love of it, the love of all existences..."
The girl closed her eyes, hearing a dull pop followed by a thud as her father fell to the ground, the girl covering her hands over her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.
She stayed deathly quiet, hearing nothing but the sound of her frantic heartbeat. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard deep footfalls, nothing but slow, heavy breathing following.
Peeking through the slight hole in the closet door, the girl saw a soldier slowly, cautiously walk into the room. She heard the soldier put his silenced pistol back in its holster on his hip, her eyes going wide at seeing the large assault rifle on his back. She could hear his boots make contact with the saturated carpet filled with her mother's blood.
The soldier slowly scanned the room, his form hard to see due to his attire being completely black. She could hear his breath underneath his mask, strange goggles over the eye sockets of the gasmask.
She wanted to let the man know she was here, know she was alive, but it didn't feel right to let this man know. Her father always said soldiers were good. She had seen soldiers on tv and in programs before but this one looked completely different. She wasn't sure what the think.
The soldier slowly moved towards the mother's body, the girl flinched as she saw the man kick her mother's corpse rather roughly.
The man slowly raised his leg over the woman's head, her expression twisted in pain and horror. Realizing what the man was doing, the girl covered her eyes, tears streaming silently as she heard a loud, sickening snap as the woman's skull cracked.
The girl dared to look, wishing she hadn't as her blood ran cold. The man was looking at her. She was sure of it. She didn't even realize she screamed loud enough for him to hear her. All she could hear was the cracking of her mother's skull.
Her heart froze as she saw the man move towards her, slow, like a predator as his breathing became louder as he approached.
The girl visibly jumped as the man opened the door roughly, the door slamming into the wall. She could see nothing but the look of terror in her face reflected on the gasmask.
"And in that love, the love of spirit and all creation." The girl whispered, new tears beginning to stream down her face as she heard the man scoff, his voice heavy with static.
"Don't bother with your prayers, kid. There is no fucking God." The man spoke, the rough static filling his voice as he pulled his pistol out in one fluid motion, and pulled the trigger.
Thank you for reading! I'm rather nervous about this story, and hopefully it isn't too bad. Please give me any tips on better writing or constructive criticism!
