Monday, August 21, 2006

Dead land
DEAD-LAND UNITED

Chapter One: Insult to Injury
The story that is about to be told is not by any means a story of hope nor is it one that you should be proud of reading. Regardless this story must be told for it is a warning of things yet to come to you and your time. It is the story of a prolonged death of your world, the last age.
The year or place is irrelevant, what is relevant is what happened and how it affected the whole world. The event years later was referred to as the, “torch of hell”. A raging red light came from the heavens and struck deep in the earth, thereby summoning massive volcanoes and rivers of magma. The light also contained a radioactive field that caused some of the ash in the sky to bring forth a horrible plague of sickness. The sickness however gave signs of prejudice by only infecting those in the prisons and the big cities. The sickness killed them but not before punishing them with symptoms, so demented in comprehension I dare not speak more of it. Sadly there death was not the end of the sickness.
Those killed by the plague rose as something far worse than man. The undead were afflicted with primitive impulses and had the evil of humanity grow to inhuman behavior. The behavior was not only frightening but also so relative, relative in the way that human thoughts of evil that are suppressed out of good nature or common sense. And for all the evil and fear I am burdened to tell you more of this condition before I am aloud to continue.
Those killed by these incarnates of the evil of human nature, became afflicted with the same sickness. This was revealed on the first day and the “torch” lasted for twelve long dark days. After the twelfth day that magma cooled creating new land and revealing destroyed land due to unseen shifting of the earth. The undead were to be rulers of this new world if not for what happened next.
That which was feared but rarely seen for hundreds of year came to aid the living. Black wings and blue skin came from the east and fangs and fur from the west. Werewolves and Vampires, that which was thought to be myths of evil became saviors of those that gave them such power in the subconscious of the average man. Mankind neither knew nor cared where these creatures had come from and so grateful where they agreed to the peace treaty that the heroic forces offered. And so the world came to peace within seven days, not only with all the nations and land but with all known races, “excluding of coarse the sickened undead”.
This treaty also aloud another species to come out of hiding. The so acclaimed witches or as the politicians called them “the empowered”. The witches provided abilitys most useful to destroying the afflicted dead. True there was a lot of reform and getting used to, but people came to peace as they hunted down those with the ungodly illness.
As the self titled good side grew stronger so did the evil. The sickness grew stronger as more became infected and a few grew into mutation induced new forms. The mutation only affected one out of one hundred of the newly undead, but regardless there lack of numbers was made up for in there intelligence and added abilities. These mutant undead were called demons and lived up to that name with an additional surplus of power. About that time the two sides were about equal in power but nobody knew what the next move was to be.
That’s when I came into the story. I was an unambitious young man that was in what I called a double depression. One I was growing up and was dealing with responsibility and two the world was going to hell in a hand basket, but this has little if any relevance. The point is that I was walking around town with little concern to where was I going and I got jumped by a demon. I guess I should been scared but this demon was biting into me so hard all I could feel was pain. Then he threw me against the ground clawed my torso and literally crushed my heart in his hand. Then everything went dark.
I remember feeling weak and cold in a dark place. Then I started feeling warmer and hearing a girl softly laughing. I opened my eyes and tried to get up, emphasis on tried. I fell back down still feeling weak and started to think. If I was a zombie I shouldn’t be able to think like this and if I am turning demon why are my bones feeling normal. (I’m sorry I forgot to mention that demons have all kinds of bone protrusions and are used as weapons. Also they have horns hence the name). As I started to ponder at these questions it started to rain and I was stuck flat on my back so as to take it. The rain felt strange, because of the earth’s massive movement the earth was caught into two shades of light dusk and night, I couldn’t really see anything because of the cloud but what I felt in the rain was astounding. I felt life; it was an indescribable feeling that strengthened me spiritually and physically.
Although I believed to be amongst the living, my surroundings gave me reasons for doubt. I saw clouds of light fly by like birds and the light they gave off was distorting the appearance of certain parts of the surrounding buildings. In the distance I saw an illuminated figure of a person, it seemed to notice me and ran off. Before I could run after it I came across the real reason the figure ran off; one of the clouds had grown and formed a most unusual gigantic body. It features still unclear because of the light it gave off, its intentions couldn’t be any clearer as it swung its massive fist toward my face.
Being that it was three times my size and that its punch imbedded me half way through a brick wall, I would of thought pain was to be expected but surprisingly I felt nothing. Because of this I concluded that I was dreaming and as long as I was fighting in a dream I might as well win it. I broke out of the wall and went for another round. I introduced the giant’s head to my fist and that flipped him on his back. It charged at me like an rabid animal. I apparently finished him when I kicked his body into midair and swung him over my shoulder. There was a clicking noise then a loud crack and the illumination of the beast as well as the beast itself expired and was extinguished.
As though the beast and the storm were one in the same the rain ended with my competitor. In the off chance that I wasn’t dreaming I checked my surroundings for damage. I found that my “imprint” on a certain brick wall was very much real. Not knowing what to think I ignored it and went back to town. The only fly in the ointment was there was no town meaning quite literally there was nothing where it once stood. There were only the empty buildings that I was around and then a sand bar as far as the eye could see.
I suppose I should have shed a tear for the plight of my family but the more I thought of this, the more I realized that I had barely any memory of them. This startled me not as an individual but a whole, the hit and run demon, the rain, the disappeared town, and all that happened in such a short time. I was felt under strain and my body quivered as I tried to solve the puzzle that was given to me. Then as lay there on my knees shaking my head, I heard the laugh again.
The thought that some one had the nerve to laugh at me after all this, filled me with rage. I stood up and looked around for who I felt I was about to kill. The only part of me shaking now was my fists, now tightened and strong as steel. A female voice coming from nowhere said, “Calm down, I didn’t think you’d get mad”. I didn’t respond, I was to busy looking for a face to go with the voice. “Its just so funny that you’ve been wandering around so long and now you wake up, that’s all” the voice said. “the hell with you”, I said as angrily walked off. A girl appeared, floating in midair and tried to fly after me. Out of half instinct I used a light post and batted at her. The light post went right threw her and she disappeared.
So there I was, alone again with no answers to a thousand questions burning in my brain. I felt like I was running on a treadmill. The longer I ran, the more tired I got and fell behind. I walked on that street for miles, half of me was confused and wanted answers the other half was just tired of all the puzzles. I found myself outside a bar, I believe it was called, “The Last Call”.

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