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This World is a Better World.

Tyler_Young_5205 · Ficção Científica
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9 Chs

Super

Blood... So much blood..

A limb here, a limb there. Where's the head?

I wake up in the center of a road. Yet again covered in blood.

"What the hell? Where am i?" I groggily ask myself.

A man is torn to pieces around me with giant holes and gashes in the flesh of his dismembered torso.

My clothes are torn in shreds again and I cant remember anything for the life of me.

"What happened" I ask myself. "Am I really infected?"

I try to hold it down but can't help but think about what I had just done. All I can taste is iron and my head is pounding something fierce.

Another black out.. And there's so much blood...

Looking around, all I can see are limbs and chunks of flesh.

When I look down at my arms I see that I have splotches of sage green and instead of being black and grey, my veins are now neon red with a deep purple coming off of them.

Waking up surrounded by flesh is something I never imagined would happen in my lifetime.

I stand up and look around for a sign or a trail. Anything indicating directions back to Lewisburg.

Instead, I see a bag in the ditch that must have belonged to this mess because it isn't mine.

Well "wasn't" mine until now.

I'm so shaken and confused but I can't stay here. The sun is going down and I'm again in the middle of nowhere.

So I pick a direction and walk. Hopefully I can find a sign that will direct me to where I need to go.

.....

After some time of walking a steady pace, the sun is below the tree line and it's getting hard to see. I can vaguely see a sign about a mile up the road and cross my fingers hoping it is the same road as before with the Lewisburg sign.

Its a stretch but if I have any luck, now would be time to use it.

Suddenly I hear rustling in the woods to my left. Then a rustle to my right. Then a howl that sounds like it has 2 tones to it followed by a deep growl.

Bad luck... I'm surrounded.

I take off my backpack to see if it contains anything I could use as a weapon.

Kneeling down to search the bag I shuffle through its contents but can barely see because its getting too dark. So I have to go off of how things feel and I dig deep finding a mini sledge hammer.

As I'm pulling it out, I look up to see a giant grey wolf all cut open with mangey knotted fur.

Again I hear a deep growl and it looks ready to attack but its just standing there.

I slowly stand up with hammer in hand and stare into its piercing red eyes.

"GAHHHHH!" I yell. Low pitch but loud as I can.

It stands its ground and lets out a "huff".

All of a sudden howls start sounding off all at the same time making a sonic wave of pitches piercing my ears and shattering any sort of courage I mustered up.

I can't tell how many wolves are in the woods circling me but the grey wolf stands still in the same place in front of me just growling.

He barks and I get tackled to the ground from the right/back side. Trying my hardest to wrestle the beast while on my back, another jumps in and grabs my left arm with a hard chomp.

Then another joins trying to seize my throat.

Adrenalin kicks in and in an instant I feel super strong.

With an easy swing of my arm, the beast attached to my left flies towards the tree line and makes contact. I grab the wolf biting at my neck by its neck and squeeze as hard as I can. I can hear and feel the crunch as it whimpers and falls limp. The third wolf lunges at my face and I catch its snout with both hands ripping its bottom jaw from its face.

Quickly I stand up and let out a beast-like roar looking in the original grey wolf's direction.

Gone, but something tells me this isn't over.

I stand still and listen, hearing the rest of the pack scurrying away through the trees.

"Thats what I thought!" I roared

I pick up the bag, throw the hammer back in, and zip it up before listening again even more carefully. I can hear the faint tick of the clock tower behind me so behind me I go at a full sprint.

Leaving the double dead wolves in my wake I feel faster and faster with every stride.

Even with the wind rushing past my face I can still hear the tick from the clock tower growing closer and closer.

I'm for sure on my way home.

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