A Preview of Dark streets.
DS chapter one: Long feeling
If I had known that would be the last time I saw her, I would have said I loved her. I would have tucked her in more tightly, and wished her wonderful dreams. If I would have known that this whole world was going to turn to shit in the blink of an eye on that mournful summer night, I would have been more careful what I did and said to the ones I loved.
Sitting on the floor in the lifeless two bedroom apartment, with a yearning to be free from feeling nothing but antipathy for everything around me, I wept like I had never before in my life. This was the one place that I could feel at home, the one place I could feel… almost loved once again. This was the apartment that me and my wife bought together before we had our beautiful baby girl 3 months later. I could almost feel her heavenly smile upon me, I could almost feel her breath on the back of my neck. I could almost hear the faded laughter coming through the wall of the living room, while I sat wearily working on a report for the boss. It all seemed so apposite, sitting there with my eyes closed, breathing heavily, trying to combat the tears.
The door sprung open with celerity, working up all of the dust that had settled in through the broken windows since the appearance of the stench. That was what we called the undead citizens that had been somehow walking around the city killing countless people for theese last days. A large statured Mexican man stood with broad shoulders in the doorway. It was the man that had found me hiding here on the night of the appearances. He had been helping me survive this nightmare ever since, and I still can’t figure out why. He told me that he would have helped any survivors he found, I was just the only one. He motioned to me to move towards him, placing his finger over his lips commanding me to be silent. I did as I was told. I picked up my rifle and silently came to a crouch. I slowly walked towards the door taking notice to all of the entrances of the apartment. He pointed to the street below, presenting over 100 undead in clear sight, all walking aimlessly forward towards the inner city.
“ Don’t these things get tired or something? “ I asked hesitantly.
He gave me a blank stare, stopping me from asking any more questions. The stench seemed to travel in packs, even though there was no clear signs of communication between any of them. Once the ones on the street had cleared, he motioned me down the flight of stairs that connected with the once busy intersection. Down below me I could see the blood stained stairs and walls spattered in a think layer of brain matter. The Broad Shouldered Mexican started down the stairs in a careful pace, listening to the squish of blood under his boots and the reek of dried blood was enough to make me gag and cough. After regaining my sense I started after my Friend, watching every footfall careful not slip in the pools of blood. As we approached entrance into fourth floor he motioned to me with his gloved hand. I walked almost in a trance, I had lived here once my home, my friends and me. My thoughts still wandered as I came to a stop next to him. He talked but it seemed as nothing relevant came out. He shook me violently and pointed down to where their usually was a door that said “FourthFL. Emergency Stair Exit” which was now lying down on the flight beneath our feet. Covered with bullet holes and used as a ramp I had no idea what had happened. With the large Broad Shouldered man infront of me, he signaled with his hands for me to watch the stairs, and handed me a large mossberg 500c shotgun, He intended for me to use it. He walked out of sight into the Fourth floors long corridor, with a ParaOrdance pistol in his hands. I Slumped agaisnt the wall and pointed my shotgun in a general direction of the stairs. I felt my eyed begin to slip and close. When sparatic gunfire came from the direction of down the stairs. "Go! up the stairs, move move!" I heard the yell of man possibly on the first floor, where the stench ammased. I began stubling up the stairs to a vantage point half scared I slip in a pool of blood, and land on my face first into the spot I had just slept in. Walking back up the stairs to a better vantage point, hearing the gun fire get closer and closer to the overturned door. Minutes pass by as the gunfire's orign keeps sprialing upwards."Up to the top, lets move!" I hear the same man yell again. I racked a round into the chamber of my shotgun in fear. The footsteps near now, I see the head of man.Yelling "Go Go Go!" The man obviously bored the rank of SGT, and was yelling to his men.