Post by shades on Aug 8, 2014 2:11:11 GMT
There was a century when the sun would shine. Once upon a time. The future was prosperous for many people, they had lives to look forward to and people to know and love. Sure, they had to fear humans, and the natural disasters which could thrust loved ones out of their grips in moments; there were people who had it rough, begging, starving, tears, and blood. Yet, to many people, it was safe. The world was home, once upon a time.
A brown eye flickered open, heavy gasps escaped the young man’s lips in ragged breaths. Turning his face slowly rocks and concrete scrapped against it in the most uncomfortable way; flinching as it rubbed against him sorely. Finally, he managed to groan and haul himself onto his hands and knees; both eyes blinking open both eyes to observe his surroundings.
It was silent, eerily so; except for the sounds of the darkness, he couldn’t pinpoint anything out of the ordinary which would alert him of the unusual.
Truly, he was alone. With only the moon to glare down at him, guiding him in the darkness; and the lights drift of snow falling around him, he couldn’t help but sigh. The young man glanced over at the pile of building which fell on top of him during a skirmish, falling into an alleyway between buildings the young man was left for dead assumingly.
Reaching up, his fingers prodded the dampened area where blood was pooling, dragging his finger down his face as he followed a steady stream. Just thinking about the concussion and injury made his vision fuzzy, but he could not pass out again, especially if they returned.
Shivering, not by the cold (he was used to the lack of heat by now), but of the thought of the antagonizing creatures the young man took a steady step forward. Leaning on the wall of the alleyway, slowly he crept into the open air where the stench of blood, and rotting flesh hit him hard.
Right, now he remembered.
They were scouting; even though he was a ripe age of seventeen, he was a part of the military which was trying to find a way to get rid of the creatures which have taken over Earth a century ago. Once upon a time… He has never seen the sun, according to history they somehow took it, leaving the world in eternal chill the only heat source created by the creatures so as their “pets” as they so rightly called humans wouldn’t die.
It was a game of cat and mouse to them, humanity struggling to keep out of alien slavery.
A century later, he was born into the world of everlasting moon, and no heat but that which provided to them artificially. Never had he seen the sun for himself, only pictures, artifacts, and a simple childish picture that hung on the fridge for a century with the sun in the corner. Was that what it was like? Living life in a house, without fear or worry, just making sure your family was taken care of? He wished he had been there, before the Fall of Humanity.
Instead, he was caught walking in a runic wasteland, mere shadows of the world once were. Scouting for the monsters and hoping to kill them with whatever they had. Seventeen. Freshly graduated from training since he was fourteen, he trained for this like most men and women. His friends were in the military also, fighting for their lives.
Yet he was separated, left to be overcome and die.
It was the growling which alerted him to their presence. Halting in mid-stride, the young man looked over his shoulder at the figure shrouded in darkness, glowing eyes craving for blood. At this point, he didn’t have any weapons, there was nobody around but the corpses of people long dead, or fresh comrades. He was alone.
Why not let it kill him? He was dead anyways, even if he tried to run; it would only give the creature more pleasure to kill him. He didn’t want to die yet, not now, and not ever—really.
Turning tail, he ran as fast as his aching body would take him. The creature, it, not far behind. Closing his eyes, praying to whatever god that existed in the world. He hoped, somehow, somewhere, someone would save the young soldier from death. Or maybe, an eternity of cold hell.
His foot stumbled, causing the young man to yelp and fall to the ground. Hitting his head, brown eyes flew open at a sudden flash of light before once again he was struck into darkness.
A brown eye flickered open, heavy gasps escaped the young man’s lips in ragged breaths. Turning his face slowly rocks and concrete scrapped against it in the most uncomfortable way; flinching as it rubbed against him sorely. Finally, he managed to groan and haul himself onto his hands and knees; both eyes blinking open both eyes to observe his surroundings.
It was silent, eerily so; except for the sounds of the darkness, he couldn’t pinpoint anything out of the ordinary which would alert him of the unusual.
Truly, he was alone. With only the moon to glare down at him, guiding him in the darkness; and the lights drift of snow falling around him, he couldn’t help but sigh. The young man glanced over at the pile of building which fell on top of him during a skirmish, falling into an alleyway between buildings the young man was left for dead assumingly.
Reaching up, his fingers prodded the dampened area where blood was pooling, dragging his finger down his face as he followed a steady stream. Just thinking about the concussion and injury made his vision fuzzy, but he could not pass out again, especially if they returned.
Shivering, not by the cold (he was used to the lack of heat by now), but of the thought of the antagonizing creatures the young man took a steady step forward. Leaning on the wall of the alleyway, slowly he crept into the open air where the stench of blood, and rotting flesh hit him hard.
Right, now he remembered.
They were scouting; even though he was a ripe age of seventeen, he was a part of the military which was trying to find a way to get rid of the creatures which have taken over Earth a century ago. Once upon a time… He has never seen the sun, according to history they somehow took it, leaving the world in eternal chill the only heat source created by the creatures so as their “pets” as they so rightly called humans wouldn’t die.
It was a game of cat and mouse to them, humanity struggling to keep out of alien slavery.
A century later, he was born into the world of everlasting moon, and no heat but that which provided to them artificially. Never had he seen the sun for himself, only pictures, artifacts, and a simple childish picture that hung on the fridge for a century with the sun in the corner. Was that what it was like? Living life in a house, without fear or worry, just making sure your family was taken care of? He wished he had been there, before the Fall of Humanity.
Instead, he was caught walking in a runic wasteland, mere shadows of the world once were. Scouting for the monsters and hoping to kill them with whatever they had. Seventeen. Freshly graduated from training since he was fourteen, he trained for this like most men and women. His friends were in the military also, fighting for their lives.
Yet he was separated, left to be overcome and die.
It was the growling which alerted him to their presence. Halting in mid-stride, the young man looked over his shoulder at the figure shrouded in darkness, glowing eyes craving for blood. At this point, he didn’t have any weapons, there was nobody around but the corpses of people long dead, or fresh comrades. He was alone.
Why not let it kill him? He was dead anyways, even if he tried to run; it would only give the creature more pleasure to kill him. He didn’t want to die yet, not now, and not ever—really.
Turning tail, he ran as fast as his aching body would take him. The creature, it, not far behind. Closing his eyes, praying to whatever god that existed in the world. He hoped, somehow, somewhere, someone would save the young soldier from death. Or maybe, an eternity of cold hell.
His foot stumbled, causing the young man to yelp and fall to the ground. Hitting his head, brown eyes flew open at a sudden flash of light before once again he was struck into darkness.
