He groaned and flipped his table off as soon as he discovered his prey had escaped, quickly, he tug his gun in his pant and dashed outside with a groan but then he heard an announcement coming from downstairs.
"Hello survivors, the ground floor is safer and I need everyone gathered because we need to help each other and stick together, everyone please step out".
A smirk escape his lips as he speculates that his prey would have gone downstairs, he raced towards the lift and pressed the button but encounter a monster who punched him on the face and brought out its fang to bite but he shot him viciously with a glare while panting heavily. Steve touched his nose that was bleeding and wipe it in anger while smashing this monster's head with his legs.
"Die!" He roared and got into the lift but it wasn't working, he stepped out and intended to take the stairs and he suddenly bumped into the lady he found on his balcony. She was wearing a nose mask and had polythene bags in her hand which feel off. Steve walked pass her and she glanced at him, he was stained with blood and angrily heading downstairs. She sighed and paced to her room, there an old patient was seated, he attempted to smoke but on sighting her, he threw the cigarette away. He stood up to leave but she stopped him.
"It's dangerous outside, you can't go home now" she beckoned bringing out a drug for him to swallow and he grimaced.
"I'm an old man you don't need to worry too much as my therapist" he mused and stretched his hand while she cleaned up the mess he created in the room.
"Did you hear the announcement passed across?" He pressed on blinking his eyes at her and she nodded.
"How save do you think the ground floor would be?"
"Do you just want me to sit back and die here, learn to trust?" He mused standing up to searching for weapon that could help him.
"You need to watch your health mister!" She scolded and he smirked at her as he looked disappointed for not getting what he needed.
"Seriously Arora? You've got not even a knife? Wow, you're unbelievable" he mocked heading towards the door but she stopped him.
"There are some items my patients left behind" she suddenly said and he scoffed at her while halting for her to bring them out. It was an arrow and two bows which were compound and cross bows.
"Helpful" he snapped handing her the cross bow as he beckoned on her to carry her important items especially her inhaler while the stride out of the room.
"But you've got to listen to me and my directions okay?" She petitioned with a frown and mumbled to himself.
AT THE 12 FLOOR.
The kids watched with curious eyes as the old man slide the door of the bathroom open, he turned to them and shook his head. They heaved slowly and continued with what they were doing. Ethan dragged his legs out as his head was downcast.
"Hey boy! Stop screaming unnecessary, you scared the life of those kids!" He scolded and Ethan apologized as the old man fussed while wheeling back to where he was earlier. He glanced at the kids who had cuddled themselves, walking slowly to them, he beckoned on them to sleep while he checks the situation downstairs if it was truly safe, once he was sure he had put them to sleep, he paced to Edward. The old man grimaced at the lad and scoffed in a mockery manner because he doubt if Ethan would come back alive, hence he wasn't willing to let him out.
"Please, here isn't safer either, I would come back" he stated with a courage that he can muster up to challenge the old man. It took a while for him to let this boy out but he gave him a spear which had taser in it.
"Stay safe!" He snapped annoyed at how this boy wants to risk his life outside. Ethan swallowed hard and held the spear firmly while marching outside. He had an earpiece on and kept his eyes straight on the targets, he haven't even gotten a distance away from Edward's cabin when a giant monster approached him. He glanced at him stucked to where he stood and once the monster got an inch to him almost crushing him with its leg, Ethan pierced it's abdomen with the spear which made the monster groan. Quickly Ethan pulled the spear and ran toward the lift which might lead to the ground floor but the buttons wasn't working and the stomping feet of the monster was racing at him. He inhaled and stiffen himself waiting for the monster but mistakenly his hand pressed the 8th floor and the elevator's door jambed immediately. A sigh escape his lips, once he got to the 8th floor, he stride out and found blood everywhere which made him startled a bit but he had no choice to let go of fear. He raised towards the stairs leading down down when he suddenly stumbled on the stair and banged his head on the wall. Ethan panted heavily as his eyes were becoming dim but he got sight of a monster, he figured out it was still the same monster that chased after him breaking through the walls just to get a human. It grabbed Ethan's neck almost wrecking it but he swiftly grab his spear and thrusted again while struggling from the monster. Meanwhile Eric and blevine were in a room as they grab anything that could protect them while they paced outside from the room which was on the 8th floor. They had gotten aware of the terror that was taking place in the country and needed to stay guard. Blevine could hear a groan and intended to check out if someone needed help but Eric stopped her that it was dangerous.
"But God didn't forbid one from helping each other in pain right?" She snapped walking pass him to take a look. Her eyes squivered as she could see a monster smashing someone recklessly to the ground. She was surprised Eric threw a can at the monster just to divert its attention to him. It worked as the monster chased after Eric who was holding a sword while blevine walked slowly to check if this human was still alive. He was leaning on the wall with blood everywhere, she doubt if he was alive.
"Hello, can you hear me?" She asked attempting to touch this boy but suddenly pointed the baton she had on her hand to him while stepping back. Her breath almost seized as she saw this boy's eyes had darken which could only be, he might turn out to be a monster too.
It was a sunny morning as the busy street jerked to its daily chores, everyone seems preoccupied. Students could be seen hurrying up towards a bridge as large number of crowd had gathered to take a look at a death scene. "Oh my goodness! Is that child still breathing?" One began. Uproars could be heard in this place as more people gathered to have a look below the bridge, the sight was gothic that it could give one goosebump. "I saw him jump off!" Another interjects. Indeed no one could survive such a great fall. The siren blasted at a distance heading towards the bridge as they could see an ambulance and a stretcher being rolled out to place the corpse on. "I suspected his moves!" The third added as some passerby took footage of the scene. A woman pressed through the crowd, she had panic on, her heart pounced with fear, indecisive of who it might turn out to be. The crowd created a path way for her, and as the woman saw who was placed on the stretcher, she collasped on calling out
The window slide open gently as a loud yawn could be heard, sluggish legs prod outside to the balcony while scrutinizing the height of the building."Hey boy in black!" A voice called and the legs swiveled at the being. A ball landed on its owner's head who picked the ball and let out a painful hiss."Loser boy!" The voice barked laughing at the victim of his wrath."Why did you call me that?" The boy muttered and more voices chuckled with mockery, he grew angry and attempted to throw the ball back but dropped it. They were three boys from the neighborhood, always good at tormenting his life and he kept calm to his temper whenever tempted to let it out. However, it wasn't helping as he was the kind that never expressed his pains but kept it in."He's a weakling!" Another added as their laughter became a roar to his ears which were becoming heavy of sound as he heard whispers and hurtful words from the past which made him fall."Stop that good for nothing boys" an elder ordered running
Blood drooled steadily down from the stairs as a girl who passed by in a hurry got glue to the spot she stood on, sighting the tragedy of a life lost."Argh!!!" She screamed falling to the ground and moving back with grave fear, as her eyes popped wide in panic.An alarm rang nosily as it's owner banged it and rose up with a yawn, he gaze at the time with boggy eyes, stood up and got into the bathroom. Once he was done with morning duties, he placed an earpiece in his ears and stepped outside his apartment to the ground floor. The ground floor was surrounded with few neighbors and some medical teams who were carrying a deceased from the ground. He stood behind the crowd which was decreasing, to take a look at whatsoever happened. The white sheet which covered this being slightly rolled down due to the wind and the boy stared at the lifeless corpse, he could see a girl giving her statement to the cops. No one knew about her sudden death, he was still staring when his eyes met with the
He was a boy all to himself and playing the games at his leisure times, no one had time for him especially his mother who got married again, she always blames him for the death of his father due to an accident that occured. At school, he tried to mingle with friends but none were willing to accommodate him besides he always falls victims of bully hence no one wanted to associate themselves with him. Ethan dropped out of school the day he intended to fight back those that troubled him, it was more complicated when one of the boys he fought with and injured was his stepfather's boss hence it got him fired. Even when he tried to explain in a lucid manner, his mother wasn't willing to give him a chance and his step siblings called him psycho."You all hate me!" He rants each time an argument occurs and he was blamed for it."You aren't proud of me as a son!""Shut up Ethan! You're a curse yourself!" His mother replies while the girls instigates the issue. Whenever his mother left him alon
The whistling of the kettle jerked him back to reality as he wipe his face with his palm, the garbages had stick to his face and making it more itchy. Once he was done preparing his noodles, he dashed into the bathroom to take a shower when suddenly his tub which he had filled with water dried up. He turned on the valve and beat the hand shower in his hands but water wasn't coming out, he already had a towel tied around his waist and needed to bath urgently. Quickly he picked a bucket to get water at his balcony, but a screamed got him frighten that he got mute to the spot he stood. Just immediately, someone was knocking on his door and it got him more petrified. Sluggish, he put on his clothes and paced to the door, peeped through it hole and got it opened. His eyes widen with disbelief as he could see pool of blood along his corridors neither could he see anyone. It drool from two doors away from his and he intended to take a look at what was going on, perhaps this being might need
Steve sat in his room as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, he rubbed the scar by his cheek and smirked at it. He jolted from his seat and opened his closet, there a man wrapped up like a mummy fell down and writhe for safety, he was finding it hard to breathe and Steve picked a gun which laid on the bed, tore the bandage that covered this man's face and showed him a picture. This man had been locked up in the closet until he got it opened."Who are you!!" The victim yelled terrified that he was going to lose his life in the hands of this man with a scar. Steve didn't give him a reply rather he took a cigarette to lit as he was getting more angerier to why this man wasn't giving a respond to the picture he showed him."Remember?" He snarled while kicking this man hard who growled in pain."Help!!!" He yelled crying as his body was aching but Steve continued kicking and punching him until he bleed."Speak up!" Steve ordered placing his foot on the man's belly while pointing the
He appear so brave in their eyes that they trusted him blindly. While they ran, his leg kicked against a rod, which was shaped like a spear and it attracted the monster which wasn't far away from these three. Ethan picked it up with a shaky hand and hide the girl behind him while cautioning them to keep silence since he had detect that this alien was attracted to them but the little boy couldn't hold his mouth still and winced loudly which made the monster shove his face and them. It sprang at Ethan who had already dropped the boy to confront this monster, which urgently wanted to devour him."Run!" He yelled at the children who were crying and moving back. Ethan wedge the rod in his hand while struggling with the monster which suddenly dropped dead on him, he knew he didn't kill it as he pushed it away and stood up as his eyes met an old man on a wheelchair. This man was pointing a gun at Ethan who raised his hand up. The old man on a wheelchair had killed this monster saving Ethan's
She played guitar loudly and unexpectedly threw it on the bed while bursting out in tears. Blevine wiped her tears and stood up while staring at herself in the mirror. She had been rejected several times from playing in the public and when she got the chance to play to the public, her friend betrayed her by using her name instead. She had moved in three days ago to this apartment just to stay away from things that reminded her of bad memories but it wasn't working Blevine inhaled and faked a smiling while telling herself it was all fine, she placed her guitar in the bag and hung on her bag while locking her door to leave, she suddenly bumped into a man who was dressed like a pope."Oh I'm so sorry" she apologized sincerely sorry for not looking."I'm Eric, nice to meet you" he muttered accepting her apology as her eyes met his bible. He stretched his hand for a handshake but she refused."I'm sorry my hands are covered in smokes, it's unholy right" she said gnashing her teeth as she g
He groaned and flipped his table off as soon as he discovered his prey had escaped, quickly, he tug his gun in his pant and dashed outside with a groan but then he heard an announcement coming from downstairs."Hello survivors, the ground floor is safer and I need everyone gathered because we need to help each other and stick together, everyone please step out".A smirk escape his lips as he speculates that his prey would have gone downstairs, he raced towards the lift and pressed the button but encounter a monster who punched him on the face and brought out its fang to bite but he shot him viciously with a glare while panting heavily. Steve touched his nose that was bleeding and wipe it in anger while smashing this monster's head with his legs."Die!" He roared and got into the lift but it wasn't working, he stepped out and intended to take the stairs and he suddenly bumped into the lady he found on his balcony. She was wearing a nose mask and had polythene bags in her hand which fee
Indeed this boy was harmless and somewhat coward because he let fear rule him, well he couldn't be blamed when strange things were happening. Ethan scratched his face which was itching and suddenly stucked his eyes on the old man who was busy creating weapons for protection possibly. He glanced at the terrified kids who did their best to stuff food into their mouth while silent tears flowed freely. Excusing himself to the bathroom, he stood by the vanity unit and stared at the mirror, his reflection suddenly laughed at him as its eyeball darken, it's lips poured out blood. Ethan fell to the ground and moved back scared by his own image."Who are you!" He asked attempting to stand up and his reflection laughed."I am you, isn't this what you always wanted? Humans should vanish, they left us to suffer, nobody cares!". It snarled and Ethan stared shocked that he was talking with himself."Stay away from me!" He responded closing his ears from listening."You can't change the fact, let go
She played guitar loudly and unexpectedly threw it on the bed while bursting out in tears. Blevine wiped her tears and stood up while staring at herself in the mirror. She had been rejected several times from playing in the public and when she got the chance to play to the public, her friend betrayed her by using her name instead. She had moved in three days ago to this apartment just to stay away from things that reminded her of bad memories but it wasn't working Blevine inhaled and faked a smiling while telling herself it was all fine, she placed her guitar in the bag and hung on her bag while locking her door to leave, she suddenly bumped into a man who was dressed like a pope."Oh I'm so sorry" she apologized sincerely sorry for not looking."I'm Eric, nice to meet you" he muttered accepting her apology as her eyes met his bible. He stretched his hand for a handshake but she refused."I'm sorry my hands are covered in smokes, it's unholy right" she said gnashing her teeth as she g
He appear so brave in their eyes that they trusted him blindly. While they ran, his leg kicked against a rod, which was shaped like a spear and it attracted the monster which wasn't far away from these three. Ethan picked it up with a shaky hand and hide the girl behind him while cautioning them to keep silence since he had detect that this alien was attracted to them but the little boy couldn't hold his mouth still and winced loudly which made the monster shove his face and them. It sprang at Ethan who had already dropped the boy to confront this monster, which urgently wanted to devour him."Run!" He yelled at the children who were crying and moving back. Ethan wedge the rod in his hand while struggling with the monster which suddenly dropped dead on him, he knew he didn't kill it as he pushed it away and stood up as his eyes met an old man on a wheelchair. This man was pointing a gun at Ethan who raised his hand up. The old man on a wheelchair had killed this monster saving Ethan's
Steve sat in his room as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, he rubbed the scar by his cheek and smirked at it. He jolted from his seat and opened his closet, there a man wrapped up like a mummy fell down and writhe for safety, he was finding it hard to breathe and Steve picked a gun which laid on the bed, tore the bandage that covered this man's face and showed him a picture. This man had been locked up in the closet until he got it opened."Who are you!!" The victim yelled terrified that he was going to lose his life in the hands of this man with a scar. Steve didn't give him a reply rather he took a cigarette to lit as he was getting more angerier to why this man wasn't giving a respond to the picture he showed him."Remember?" He snarled while kicking this man hard who growled in pain."Help!!!" He yelled crying as his body was aching but Steve continued kicking and punching him until he bleed."Speak up!" Steve ordered placing his foot on the man's belly while pointing the
The whistling of the kettle jerked him back to reality as he wipe his face with his palm, the garbages had stick to his face and making it more itchy. Once he was done preparing his noodles, he dashed into the bathroom to take a shower when suddenly his tub which he had filled with water dried up. He turned on the valve and beat the hand shower in his hands but water wasn't coming out, he already had a towel tied around his waist and needed to bath urgently. Quickly he picked a bucket to get water at his balcony, but a screamed got him frighten that he got mute to the spot he stood. Just immediately, someone was knocking on his door and it got him more petrified. Sluggish, he put on his clothes and paced to the door, peeped through it hole and got it opened. His eyes widen with disbelief as he could see pool of blood along his corridors neither could he see anyone. It drool from two doors away from his and he intended to take a look at what was going on, perhaps this being might need
He was a boy all to himself and playing the games at his leisure times, no one had time for him especially his mother who got married again, she always blames him for the death of his father due to an accident that occured. At school, he tried to mingle with friends but none were willing to accommodate him besides he always falls victims of bully hence no one wanted to associate themselves with him. Ethan dropped out of school the day he intended to fight back those that troubled him, it was more complicated when one of the boys he fought with and injured was his stepfather's boss hence it got him fired. Even when he tried to explain in a lucid manner, his mother wasn't willing to give him a chance and his step siblings called him psycho."You all hate me!" He rants each time an argument occurs and he was blamed for it."You aren't proud of me as a son!""Shut up Ethan! You're a curse yourself!" His mother replies while the girls instigates the issue. Whenever his mother left him alon
Blood drooled steadily down from the stairs as a girl who passed by in a hurry got glue to the spot she stood on, sighting the tragedy of a life lost."Argh!!!" She screamed falling to the ground and moving back with grave fear, as her eyes popped wide in panic.An alarm rang nosily as it's owner banged it and rose up with a yawn, he gaze at the time with boggy eyes, stood up and got into the bathroom. Once he was done with morning duties, he placed an earpiece in his ears and stepped outside his apartment to the ground floor. The ground floor was surrounded with few neighbors and some medical teams who were carrying a deceased from the ground. He stood behind the crowd which was decreasing, to take a look at whatsoever happened. The white sheet which covered this being slightly rolled down due to the wind and the boy stared at the lifeless corpse, he could see a girl giving her statement to the cops. No one knew about her sudden death, he was still staring when his eyes met with the
The window slide open gently as a loud yawn could be heard, sluggish legs prod outside to the balcony while scrutinizing the height of the building."Hey boy in black!" A voice called and the legs swiveled at the being. A ball landed on its owner's head who picked the ball and let out a painful hiss."Loser boy!" The voice barked laughing at the victim of his wrath."Why did you call me that?" The boy muttered and more voices chuckled with mockery, he grew angry and attempted to throw the ball back but dropped it. They were three boys from the neighborhood, always good at tormenting his life and he kept calm to his temper whenever tempted to let it out. However, it wasn't helping as he was the kind that never expressed his pains but kept it in."He's a weakling!" Another added as their laughter became a roar to his ears which were becoming heavy of sound as he heard whispers and hurtful words from the past which made him fall."Stop that good for nothing boys" an elder ordered running