Chapter 1: The survivors

Slowly I emerged from the wet pit of hell I had been laid on. Without a memory I crawl to one of the many puddles of water. Only subtle movements were possible, everything ached so badly. When I finally arrived at the buddle of red clouded water my face just fell in, I gulped and choked, and finally vomited in the puddle, and on my own face. I grabbed the bed of the pickup, and forced myself to have energy enough to pull up. After several minutes of painful pulling a gust of wind threw me onto the bed of the truck I was climbing on. I then took my right arm and re-positioned myself to look down the street. What had happened here? The streets had huge indents in it, resembling the marks of talons on the pavement; however these talon marks were huge. There were small fires burning all around, and the sun began to rise between the mountains in the distance. It seemed so peaceful, and yet I was in such pain, I needed food, I needed water, I needed to clean myself up. Perhaps the world war finally hit this town? I had thought to myself, Was it an air strike? I pondered it over while I rested in the back of the old pick up. Why can I not remember? Something this significant couldnt be erased? I ran my fingers through my hair and found myself feeling very sharp pains. Then removing my hand I found shards of broken glass falling from my head. I need medical attention but where the fuck am I going to find that? Again I searched my surroundings, I knew of a hospital a few miles away, maybe a ten minute drive, but I couldnt remember anything, Where is my car? Do I have keys? I reached down into my torn jeans pockets, there was metal, but when I moved it I felt severe pains in my thigh, my keys were stabbed into my thigh. I closed my eyes tightly; grinding my teeth I reached down, grabbed my keys and ripped it out of my thigh. An immense pain erupted from my leg, I couldnt help but to cry and scream, but I was low on energy and just ended up vomiting up more blood. I was a mess, I didnt know where I was, I had keys to a car that I couldnt identify, but I knew there was a hospital not far west from here. Beginning to search the contents of the truck bed I was in I found duck tape and lumber. I reached out for the duck tape in hopes as using it as a bandage for the wounds my keys made in my thigh. While I taped my jeans on top of my thigh I looked at the lumber and began to think about what they could be used for, and tapping my leg I decided that the two by fours could be broken and taped to become crutches. The smallest two by four was about my height, and I had nothing to cut it with, so I swallowed my pain, held on to the duck tape and limped my way down the street westward.

It was odd, the place was entirely torn apart, some buildings and cars were on fire, yet still the chirping of the birds and the rising sun behind me lifted my spirits. It was almost blissful. It was just enough to make me forget about my pain, for a short while I was doing fine clinging onto my chest with my right arm and limping on my left leg. I then noticed, after ten minutes of walking, a car that I had recognized. It was an old 1987 Buick Century Station wagon. It was mine, I just knew it. Excited I made my way up to the parking lot filled with debris and chunks of burning rock integrated into the street. What kind of weapon was used here? I didnt think about this too long, in my present condition I was just happy to have found my car. I didnt know why I knew it was mine, I didnt even remember my own name, I didnt know where I was, all I could remember was that there was that world war III had started and I was washing my clothes then everything was a blur. I had a night terror about demons, but those had been frequent, I played a lot of video games late at night.

I entered my car, and inserted the key, to find that there was blood dripping from the ceiling. I looked up and there was a huge dent from the roof, with a spike looking thing going through into the passenger seat. In my confused state of mind I just stared at it. What is this? What happened to my car? I touched the semi-curled spike and heard a groaning. It must be a horn, of a deer? I got back out of my car to see a small muscular beast with ripped leathery wings.

shit. I murmured to my self. What was this? I then looked around to see if there was anyone around that could explain this to me. When I saw no one I just went into my car and found an old breakfast bar I had discarded weeks ago. I was so hungry I just consumed it all without a thought. For some reason it was extremely painful to swallow food. I didnt know why my ribs were hurting so badly, or why I couldnt move without sheltering them with my right arm. Simply that I was in immense pain. Then there was a screeching, very loud.

Get down! I heard a man shouting, Down! Out of the Car! NOW!

Quickly I jumped out of my car to listen to squealing and gun shots behind me. I began to cough up more blood; the impact from the fall was painful.

Shit man, the voice said, are you alright? someone was tapping my shoulder, all I could do to respond was groan in pain.

Oh shit, the man said, This your car? The man left for a minute, I heard my doors being opened and shut, and stuff being moved around before he had returned. all right, this is not a safe place, those bastards have been back and forth through here every hour or so, you just take a rest now, ya hear? He lifted me up, and carried me to the bed of the station wagon. Once I was securely in he shut the door, I heard the ignition start, and then I drifted into a dream.