Awakening

A Chapter by thatwriter2077

the first chapter of a hopefully enjoyable yet eerie series of novels

Day breaks,a new day is born.I step out of the corner still clutching my bat,trembling.I then take down the barricade i'd placed on the door."I need to collect some more food and wood", I think to myself as I walk outside to find a horrific scene of wolves with their skulls bashed in with what appears to have been a rock seeing as there is a small what used to be grey rock smothered in blood.I hear someones plea for help,it sounds like an older gentleman.I find him leaned against a tree that is covered in his blood which is now a rich,deep,dark red.I see teeth holes on his hands and face all oozing a yellowish liquid,probably from the wolf bites and the venom they leak from those fangs.I can tell he doesn't have long to live now.I crouch next to him to see if he is still breathing.I hear short shallow bursts of air enter his mouth.The old man looks at me and says in a slow woodsy rasp ,"The shadows did this to me not the wolves.Reach into my right coat pocket and take what you find to the doctor northeast from here." I reach into his blood-soaked coat and find a small medallion made of lead.It's surprisingly dense for such a thin coin.The man sighs out his last breath,choking on his own fluids.I take the man's clothes off of his lifeless body ,"do what i would do to survive." dad always said to me when i was younger,before the wars,and still had that old compass grandpa had given him.I take the rest of the mans belongings from him,"not like he needs them anymore" I say to myself.I notice the wounds on his chest they look like a chainbears claw marks but these are more like large stab wounds.I record this in my journal writing how the old man mentioned "the shadows" I've always been told the shadows where a fairy tale young children that where still living after the wars talked about.I quickly shut the journal and follow the road weilding a sattis a short fat peice of metal with a small stiff wooden handle.The sattis also boasts the teeth of old saw blades around it's top like a crown of death and carnage.As I walk i see a pile of logs I gather about seven or eight of them together and started heading home luckily i'm only about three-hundred yards from my hideout.While I'm walking home with the logs in tote I hear a rustling in the woods then the crack of something stepping on a stick "villager" I whisper to myself in terror.I hear it talking to itself while chocking on it's own saliva and foaming at the mouth.It sees me hiding in the shadows of an oak tree.It dashes towards me.I sprint the last one-hundred yards to my hideout.Im only a few seconds ahead of the monstrocity I pull my wardrobe in front of the door.I hear it bashing against the door trying to claw its way into the house as I go into the basement and slide the heavy lead bar that locks the wooden door closed.The clawing sounds soon stop so I unlock the door,it creeks open,I step up from the basement into the dimly lit storage room of my hideout.I remember what the old man told me to do with the picture before he died.He told me to take it to the doctor northeast from my camp."It'll have to wait till tomorrow." I say to myself as i barricade the front door to my house along with all the windows in preperation for the coming darkness.At night all the villagers and wolves seem to get more active and violent.I find it rather odd personally that the villagers fight with the other vilage tribes like the shars or the pinstinies who fight each other to the death using their menacing horns and teeth.Night falls, I retreat to my basement to review my notes in my journal for the past few nights.

Journal Entry 15

I've seen a few mutated villagers out of their tribes walls lately especially the Farlatians a usually a quiet peaceful people.I wonder how the mutation agents made it out that far away from Katura my original home where I spent my days in luxury.The society in which I resided had everything we needed and wanted,but as they say all good things must come to an end.And so it did.The neighboring nation of Janspa started aiming X-bombs at us,nukes filled with a mutation inducing radioactive paste that causes people to,how do i say become not human.The people who were affected by the bombs are what I'm going to refer to as villagers are people who split away from the Trinity Nations which are Katura,Janspa,and Anstotu the three most powerful,and only,nations the Earth has ever seen.But eventually a man by the name of Koseph Farearn became the leader of Anstotu,the only nation still in the process of destroying their X-bombs,and it just so happened that Koseph knew this.Koseph wanted to take over all of the three nations,so he issued the order to stop the destruction of the bombs.Immediately after the destruction of the bombs stopped he rearmed the bombs and had them aimed and fired into Katura and Janspa.The second the missiles left Astotu the leaders from both Janspa and Katura had their militaries fire every nuclear weapon they had into the heart of Anstotu.Leaving Anstontu as nothing but ashes,rebar and cracked pavement.Koseph survived the bombings by delving into an old bunker from the "Rage Age".Back when the "Old Country" was still a habitable place.The only reason i survived is due to me meeting Frank Kestoz an old military official.He took me down into his personal bunker that had a tunnel leading five-hundred miles away from the city.Frank provided food and water for the two of us as we embarked on this long journey.

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