Behind the Horrors Eyes

[TroyU]

Read my story. If you wish for my to continue it, message me your Q&R and I will do so.

Synapsis:Ryan Parker can't wait to get to Montana to visit his daughter, it's everything he hoped for, or is it? Crash landing in the mist of the chaos and ruin followed by the unknown horrors(Zombies) that laid to wake the land. Now Ryan must fight his way to his daughter, and while doing so, try and understand what has happen to his world.

My breath was thick and choking, the cold air made it stand out from the thick fog itself. The ground was frozen hard as it crunched with every step, each step I took sounding like the ground was cracking beneath. This wasn't the way I thought I would spend my vacation, stuck in the middle of nowhere, dead center in the cold state of Montana. I felt this fog yawning at my heels. I wasn't around to see the fog roll in, or even what this dust was that fell from the black and red sky. It looked like hell, as if the heavens switched as we slept in our bed. God I miss those beds, the peace, without the fear of any horrors chasing you.

I was never told by anybody how the horrors came. They just came, and came, and they never stopped. The only truth was left behind, when I stopped chasing it. Couple of days ago it had all come crashing down. The bad things came, like a winter storm. Pushed over the edge, I found myself in the cold no-man's land between right and wrong. No road-signs. On a crash-course with the Horrors themselves. With nothing to lose. The creatures were trailing me by the dotted line of empty shell casings that I left behind. I was trying to look for the answers, but every gunshot, instead of closure, was just a hole with more questions leaking out. A spreading labyrinth of questions, like a pool of blood spreading on the snow. There are a million bodies in this town. children, criminals, fathers, people that ran out of time out of friends. Empty faces, by the time they found me who was to say I was any different then them!

This final gunshot will be an exclamation mark to everything that had led to this point. I dug my finger into the trigger, and then it was over. Nothing, click! Empty clip. Just my luck. I wanted so bad to believe it was over, but like god himself was pulling on my soul telling me I can’t die. If only it was as easy as telling him I'm done, but God for one, me for zero.

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Its a good short story, happy to read more if you are willing to write more.

I would say you need to change the word Synapsis (merging of homologous chromosomes) to the word Synopsis though ;)