I hate this town.
I hate the smell of it. It's smells like nobody has cleaned it for 20 years. Worse more is the state of it. It's destroyed. Large parts of the town have been reclaimed by nature. It was already a small town with small buildings inhabited by a small population, but now it seems smaller. There seems to be no life. It seems to be the decomposed carcass of a town. It seems lifeless. Well don't trust your eyes hear. Behind every corner is a shattered waiting to kill you. Under every stone is a corrupted waiting to kill. Hell, in ever tumbleweed that blows by is another dumb looking "something" waiting to give you a hug. That was a test to see if you are still paying attention. In actuality, it wants to kill you. My point is, the place isn't much for a summer home like it used to be. Luckily, I don't have to go too far into it. The university is actually kind of close to the ocean. Oh you wonderful DUU, how you love convenience. I remember watching the students run out of class straight into the water. It was fine to leave your surfboard on the shore because nobody would take it. Sometimes people would borrow the boards by the ocean for a couple hours while the owners were in school. Thats just the kind of town it was.
Times have certainly changed. There three boards out that but that's all that remains the same. Even as I walk the wood boards that lead to the town's edge, splinters, holes and snapped pieces are all that remains. Just enough for a careful tip toe down memory lane.
I lose myself in thought. Mainly on the wonderfully sexy beach girls of summers long passed. To think such a spectacular piece of technology such as a bikini could be lost in history. I know! I will reinvent them when the humans return! New, Bikinis. Patent pending. Genius.
Just before I become fixated on the rest of the summer body, i find myself at the footstep of the university. This is where it gets difficult. I was able to waltz through town unbothered but the "wildlife" tends to seek shelter during the day. Any number of them could be in this building. First, i have to make my way down to the basement to turn on the generators. Second i head back up to the 2nd floor to make it to the physics lab. I will use the electron microscope to analyze the patterns of discoloration of my glass. Finally, i'll stay the night there to derive a formula to return human life and be amazing and awesome. Easy enough, first, to the basement.
Walking down the hallway to the basement door, I am reminded of reasons to press on. Valedictorians, volleyball stars, and the prom royalty. It's sad to say but i never knew them. One of the only people around to remember them and they remain forgotten. What's sadder is that i never wanted to know them. They seemed so cookie cutter. They weren't so special to me. They were successful because of their social skills. I wasn't social. Never was. I only served at 3 or 5 am when nobody was around. When people were around, i only stared at them from my window, silently watching to hopefully ascertain or discover some way or opportunity to include myself with them. I never could, so why would I want to know these gods of communication if they never bothered to communicate with me.
As i walked down the stairs of to the basement, I remember why I am here. It's for the men and women like me. These were the people that never had a chance in the first place to live. I think of the boy or girl that promised themselves that they would share their affection to a special someone "tomorrow." I hear those beautiful voices singing in the security of their bedroom and hopelessly trying to build themselves to be able to sing in front of a crowd. I flood my mind with these people that never had their chance because the world ended the next day. That's bull. I intend to fix it.
A crash shatters through the concrete just in front of me. A rhino like creature shreds the steps of the stairs below and cracked the cinderblocks as it charges me.
I leap forward and pull out my rifle and aim at the creature's rear.
"For the nerds!"
I squeeze the trigger to a hold as to charge the shot fully. I release.
The monster squeals louder than anything you have ever heard as it dies and fades to a wisp of light.
The blood from my ears trickle down the side of my face and down my neck. Even a minute afterwards, I can't hear a thing, but i certainly feel something. A vibration? No. too soft. A rumble? Still too soft. What hell is that?...
A stampede...