They Rise We Fall
Every single day I walk pass the skulls of the remaining eaten corpses and every single day I'm reminded of the dread we will face again. The kind of dread that cause you to wake up screaming in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and panting heavily. Blood curdling, spine chilling screams echo in your head, the flashbacks of your loved ones and/or people being devoured in front of you, the nausea that comes when seeing fur and flesh begin ripped off by a struggling corpse, makes you wonder when will the nightmare end. I sometimes wish that within my nightmares I could escape it all. I could just escape it all in one dream, it would be the end of it all. I can't. No one can. There's no escaping for what has come to us. How the hell could we stand up to these monsters? They aren't like us anymore. They're cannibals. They're dangerous. They're...
Predators.
I remember watching the news before this happened. I remember seeing the hidden fear inside the News Reporter's eyes as he spoke about a plague breaking out in Zoobury City. The virus called...The Red Spasm. Predators were the ones who were most likely of getting the virus. I'm a predator. I honestly don't know how I managed to live this long without catching the virus. All I remember was the sound of screaming, the sight of my family being torn apart by infected predators as I hid in the closet, and the feeling of me not being able to help any of them. That was it. Here I am living alone in a city that was once Zoobury but a very strict city with a very strict curfew ruled by a very strict replaced mayor. Basically a strict life I'm living in. I watched through my boarded window as Plague Soldiers roam the city, yelling at anyone they could find to get in their homes immediately. Infected Predators who hunt only at night such as Coyotes, Wolves, and Cougar break into the city and try to find anyone, who dared to break their curfew rule, and devour them leaving only a pool of dry blood. Every night I hear gunshots from outside of my apartment, along with blood filled screaming. I never feel safe. Any civilian who survives the predator attack the next morning are killed instantly; bodies will be dumped outside of town to keep the Red Spasm Predators busy for a bit. But never for long.
I often cry myself to sleep. Just hearing the gunshots, screaming, the sound of blood being spilled to the hard concrete, one day that will be me. Prey live in fear of Predators who aren't infected. I'm one of those predators. Whenever someone who's a prey see me, they immediately turn to the other direction, avoid eye contact, clench their hidden weapons into their belongings, or just...wait. I remember the last of my friend who's a prey once said to me, when his mother died, a couple of months ago...
"Aidan...You're a good guy and...I trust you right? If we are friends...you stay away from me and my family. Alright?"
I never heard of him again after that. I wonder if there's really hope for us all. I hope they'll one day find a cure for the Red Spasm Predators and end this hell once and for all. I know I'm not the only one thinking this. But, that's not the case.
This is my story.