Horror
A Shroud of Blooms
Upon entering the emergency department, the first thing that hit me was the smell. Hospitals are known for strange smells, ranging from the alkaline smell of cleaning agents to the unsavory smell of vomit and urine. This odor, however, was distinctly foul and emanated from the countless rotting corpses that littered what remained of a large hospital in Atlanta. I pushed my mask tighter against my face (a mask I had smudged with toothpaste) in an effort to keep the stench at bay. Sometimes the minty aroma helped, but today it couldn’t prevent me from gagging. My plan was to find the hospital pharmacy and trauma bay to stock up on medical supplies. This was hospital number five within the past week, and I was slowly getting better at predicting where I would find the inpatient pharmacy relative to the emergency department.
By Jessica Simpkins3 years ago in Fiction
The Eaten
We’re almost there now. We walk through battlegrounds of disease and backlots and every other random happenstance of a place that’s had a run-in with death. It’s all in attempt to not get it. Boardings started a week ago to take us out of the community, it’s one of many that’s been run down by society’s most recent trend of a plague. The sky is grey and the air smells like gasoline whipping hard with the wind. We’re all indistinguishable silhouettes filing forward in a groggy mass.
By Zach Beacher3 years ago in Fiction
The Advent
“Man, it really is dark out here…” I spoke to no one in particular, there was no one there to talk to anyway. Just the small locket I’d retrieved from Emily’s… from Emily, hanging from the rear-view mirror of my car. The small heart-shaped trinket swayed slightly with the motion of the vehicle as the three of us careened down the empty desert highway in the middle of the night. I guess it’s four if you count the dog in the back seat, but he’s dead so I don’t normally count him. Actually, I only keep him because his meat isn’t half bad and I somewhat liked the dog when he was alive. “Good boy Leroy.”
By Thomas Hawkins3 years ago in Fiction
Shelter
Every day was torture before society collapsed. It felt like every minute dragged on as we all marched towards our doom, I became frozen by the fear. That was until I leaned into the fear and began making preparations. I spent every bit of money I had on building a shelter that could endure any amount of destruction that may come. I filled my shelter with provisions to last twenty years, hopefully that would buy me enough time to outlast the inevitable nuclear fallout that would come upon society's collapse. I lined the shelves with books, to keep me entertained and to educate me so I would be ready to be one of the leaders of the new world. I would be there to witness a fresh start.
By Ian Strong3 years ago in Fiction
Descent to Ascension
Cross awoke and found himself lying in a crater. Around him was nothing but rubble and corpses. Strangely enough however, he was not disturbed by any of this. “What happened? What was I doing?” He wondered to himself. Cross could tell there was something very wrong and it was not the unbridled carnage that surrounded him. No, it was something about himself that felt different. He had no recollection of what he was doing prior to waking up where he did, much less how he could have ended up at the epicenter of all this destruction. The crater he was lying in looked as though it was where a building once stood. “Did I do this? How could I have?” He wondered once more to himself.
By Liam R Moore3 years ago in Fiction
Just Run
I woke up this morning with a headache. One so severe that I’d probably pass out if I stood up. I couldn’t stand even if I wanted to though. My arms were harnessed to the metal bars of an old, wrinkle-sheeted bed that had dry blood stains on it, perhaps from previous victims . My arms and legs were cold to touch. My back and neck were stiff, preventing me from looking from left to right without log-rolling my whole body. I was in pain. Deep, intense pain. I looked around to see a bunch of medical wires propped up on machines that I had no clue what was used for. The off-white paint on the walls were peeling, with brown residue residing in every corner of the room. The smell of the room was of some type of foreign chemical that may have been diluted in bleach. The smell was so bad that I had to breath in through my nose and out of my mouth to prevent getting the metallic taste the smell left on my tongue. My heart skipped a beat which made me let out a dry cough, and when I looked down I noticed my necklace was gone. It was the same necklace the voodoo man gave me right before he turned into a zombie. His exact words were:
By Fatima Bello3 years ago in Fiction
Jessica Forever
Exactly one hundred years ago, Vampires decimated the world and enslaved the Human race. Most people thought it was because they wanted a blood supply without the hassle of hiding, but the truth involves two factions of Vampires. One side believed that harmony for Vampires and Humans would be achieved through coexistence. But the other faction wanted dominance. Guess who won.
By Westley Cornwell3 years ago in Fiction
Orenda
I woke up in the same place again. This time no one was around. It wasn’t like yesterday, people desperately looking for it, finding the way out of this nightmare. I looked at my reflection and I can confirm I looked dirtier than before, older as well.
By berenice padilla3 years ago in Fiction
Crow's flight
There was nothing left. The fat and flesh were long gone, the bones had been cracked open and chewed into near nothingness. They were scattered around in a hopeless, disorganized mess. The crow tilted his head to examine the marks. They were fresh, made by the new scavengers in the area.
By Cymoril Binder3 years ago in Fiction