Lone Wolf (TEASER)

[The-Legend-of-C]

Hi guys,can I have your honest opinion on this story. Please, if you want a sequel or if you like it, let me know right away

A tall, emaciated boy walked down the narrow dusty road. He wore ripped jeans, a badly torn jumper beyond repair and black Vans in poor condition. In his right hand he held a heavy, iron hammer and in his right hand, a butchers knife. Strapped around his waist, he carried the burden of two Pythons, as well as a low supply of ammo. His round face and cold blue eyes, filled with utter hate and despair, protruded from his thin neck. His blond hair, shaking with dust dangled onto his forehead. This is John Highwind.

John came to the end of the narrow road and came to a sudden halt, discovering the two paths that lay ahead of himself, used to making life or death situations he took the right path. The beasts were tracking him down from the east, it wouldn’t be long before the next crew of them would be on the attack. Johns old life was almost forgotten by him now, probably for the best. As for as he knew he was the only man out there, John Highwind VS the World, That was IF this still counted as earth. Crumbling sky-scrapers, dying flowers and mutilated humans, no, not humans but beasts… John knew that these were not zombies, zombies were reckless stupid individuals, these beasts possessed the same cunning, knowledge, agility and…. Courage, as humans once did. He could smell it, the same stench that stalked him around the cataclysmic atmosphere, death. John began to pick up the pace, it would be dark soon, and the beasts would be upon him. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted an old retail store, eroded by the acid rain that trampled on the lone building. John opened the door, as a creaking sound rang through the entire store. Emptiness. The store must have been looted years ago when the apocalypse came. John couldn’t remember his past but he could clearly remember the event that plunged him into this dark and lonely reality. The year was 2086. An unidentified aircraft had emitted a deadly gas that turned humans against each other, brothers turned on sisters, uncles turned on nephews, husbands butchered their wives. Utter slaughter. Finally when everyone was dead the creatures came, large black pupils, black as night, large green heads, on which a big mouth with razor sharp teeth lay, 8ft tall, and… foreign. And yet the creatures experimented on these dead humans, released gas after gas, until finally they got what was coming to them, one of their scientists had tried to unleash a toxin that would restore human capability, have access t the full 100 percent of their brains. He succeeded. But the toxin had a slightly more extreme effect, it restored human life and 100 percent brain accessibility, but over the years something dark had crept into these humans brains, death had become a craving for them and as well as that, they were determined to extract revenge on these cruel creatures. Even with their advanced technology, the creatures could not defeat these beasts, few escaped the massacre but those who did, have never returned.

John began to set down his blanket and pillow and begin to claim the store as home, for tonight. But suddenly a noise erupted from the corner, a faint shuffle echoed by the tall building. John silently rose, his hammer gripped tightly in his sweating palm. And then they were upon him. Clawing, hungry and in many. John batted the nearest one on the scalp and came with another blow to the stomach, bones cracked with a sickening crunch. John then spun around and slit the nearest beasts throat, blood spurted all over him like a fountain. He couldn’t face all these beasts at once, as well as there being a lot of them, they were also smart and extremely skilled. The full capacity of their brains combined was too much for John and he began to retreat, slowly. The beasts began to circle around him, than suddenly he heard the battle cry that erupted from behind the beasts. Could it be…?

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[Illuminatti115]

Hi guys,can I have your honest opinion on this story. Please, if you want a sequel or if you like it, let me know right away

A tall, emaciated boy walked down the narrow dusty road. He wore ripped jeans, a badly torn jumper beyond repair and black Vans in poor condition. In his right hand he held a heavy, iron hammer and in his right hand, a butchers knife. Strapped around his waist, he carried the burden of two Pythons, as well as a low supply of ammo. His round face and cold blue eyes, filled with utter hate and despair, protruded from his thin neck. His blond hair, shaking with dust dangled onto his forehead. This is John Highwind.

John came to the end of the narrow road and came to a sudden halt, discovering the two paths that lay ahead of himself, used to making life or death situations he took the right path. The beasts were tracking him down from the east, it wouldn’t be long before the next crew of them would be on the attack. Johns old life was almost forgotten by him now, probably for the best. As for as he knew he was the only man out there, John Highwind VS the World, That was IF this still counted as earth. Crumbling sky-scrapers, dying flowers and mutilated humans, no, not humans but beasts… John knew that these were not zombies, zombies were reckless stupid individuals, these beasts possessed the same cunning, knowledge, agility and…. Courage, as humans once did. He could smell it, the same stench that stalked him around the cataclysmic atmosphere, death. John began to pick up the pace, it would be dark soon, and the beasts would be upon him. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted an old retail store, eroded by the acid rain that trampled on the lone building. John opened the door, as a creaking sound rang through the entire store. Emptiness. The store must have been looted years ago when the apocalypse came. John couldn’t remember his past but he could clearly remember the event that plunged him into this dark and lonely reality. The year was 2086. An unidentified aircraft had emitted a deadly gas that turned humans against each other, brothers turned on sisters, uncles turned on nephews, husbands butchered their wives. Utter slaughter. Finally when everyone was dead the creatures came, large black pupils, black as night, large green heads, on which a big mouth with razor sharp teeth lay, 8ft tall, and… foreign. And yet the creatures experimented on these dead humans, released gas after gas, until finally they got what was coming to them, one of their scientists had tried to unleash a toxin that would restore human capability, have access t the full 100 percent of their brains. He succeeded. But the toxin had a slightly more extreme effect, it restored human life and 100 percent brain accessibility, but over the years something dark had crept into these humans brains, death had become a craving for them and as well as that, they were determined to extract revenge on these cruel creatures. Even with their advanced technology, the creatures could not defeat these beasts, few escaped the massacre but those who did, have never returned.

John began to set down his blanket and pillow and begin to claim the store as home, for tonight. But suddenly a noise erupted from the corner, a faint shuffle echoed by the tall building. John silently rose, his hammer gripped tightly in his sweating palm. And then they were upon him. Clawing, hungry and in many. John batted the nearest one on the scalp and came with another blow to the stomach, bones cracked with a sickening crunch. John then spun around and slit the nearest beasts throat, blood spurted all over him like a fountain. He couldn’t face all these beasts at once, as well as there being a lot of them, they were also smart and extremely skilled. The full capacity of their brains combined was too much for John and he began to retreat, slowly. The beasts began to circle around him, than suddenly he heard the battle cry that erupted from behind the beasts. Could it be…?

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