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*~*~Fallen Angels~*~*

Rocksin
Vice Captain

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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 8:59 pm

I sit here in this dark, bone chilling room in the old abandoned school, North Point. I have a small fire ready to light, just in case. The cold floor provides little comfort, I use my black old, dirt-covered backpack as a cushion against the hard, blood ridden wall. I try not to think about whose blood might be upon and how it got on the no longer white wall.
While I sit here, drifting into sleep, a light flickers and I jump as the last light I had pops, and dies out. I rummage though my backpack, looking for my lighter so that I might light the fire I had made before. Once in my hands I take out the small flask of gasoline in the side pocket of the backpack. The flask had some engraved in it. The old flask that had been given to me by my father, before he died, said in small letters, “Be strong, don’t fear”. As I see this, my eyes begin to water up.
“NO!” I yelled, forgetting what was happening in this world. “Why! Why am I crying!?” These words flow out of my mouth without me knowing. Soon I after I began to cry and yell at the roof the moan of those who have been consumed to the disease codenamed “Fallen Angel” pierced my ear like an arrow piercing its target. I jump up quickly grabbing all my belongings, that I have left, and run out of the room entering another smaller room with six table, some over turned, chairs scattered, and several bones scattered throughout the room.
The site horrified me even though I’ve seen much worse, people impaled on crude spears over piles of ruble and chunks of metal. Bloody corpses tatter by spays of bullets, this “war” started because of one mans goal to make the world a “better place”. Normal humans pined against these now dubbed Fallen Angels, I would like to say we’re wining, but I’d be lying. The whole world is now falling into a hole of fear and we cannot escape this dark pit, for we are the ones who made it.
I run out of that room in to the outside darkness where the moans of the Fallen Angels are getting louder, I swear I can see the glint of their white, lifeless eyes, even now. I pull out my small 38 special revolver it still is shining in the moonlight, for I had just recently found it.
The moans are getting louder and louder I feel they will soon be upon me, I steady myself knowing that these creatures are much smarter then their mythical zombie undead relatives, I insure you they are very much alive and dangerous.
I see a small glint out of the corner of my eye then my eardrums are destroyed by the creature’s attacking wail. It is the like sound of a small girl screaming in your ear at the top of her lungs. I quickly turn around, startled, and unload two rounds into the direction of the sound. Fallowing as if on queue the crimson blood flies from the creature’s body, it doesn’t make a sound as it falls to the ground, in fact it seemed as if it smiled before its face hit the cold wet dirt below. “Now I see why” I think to myself, for right behind it there is several Fallen Angels behind the creature that I had just killed.
I quickly let off the rest of my rounds, seeing a few blood spurts, but yet none fall. As fast I could mange I put away the gun I had out and pull out the king of zombie legend the Shotgun. I take aim and let off a shot, a screech of pain is let out and the shining blood flies in every direction. I keep firing letting off round after round until its all gone, and still they are coming. They are close enough for me to see the faces clearly, their pale skin had been blood stained, as had their clothing. Their white eyes just stare though me, unblinking, they tear though my skin into my very being. The rim of their mouths laded with a ring of blood, most likely from the person before me.
There is fear welling up inside of me I feel as if I am about to burst. I have no choice, I have to run, but my legs will not listen, they will not move. Is it my pride that won’t allow me to move? I begin to think, or am I just to scared. Just that moment I felt the wind flying out of me, it wasn’t till after my back hit the ground that I knew I had that been tackled by one of them. His face screaming I to mine, I can feel his fingers clawing into my arms. I let a cry of pain, fueling the creature’s desires to rip me open even more. It begins to claw to claw violently at my chest, I scream louder, tears are running down my check, My own cold, red blood running down my side onto the dirt sinking into the ground. I feel a sharp pain in on my lower arm, I turn my head to see a Fallen Angel to ripping though my skin using his teeth to get past the muscle making these horrible noises while eating. As my vision begins to blacken words echo in my head over and over again, “Be strong, don’t fear.”