2012-08-28

Legacy -Tales of the Altverse- Prologue (Part 1)

Prologue part I  - Hunted - (October XX, 2017)

The air feels cold...

my eyes are squinting through the dust and smoke in the air, but there is something

My legs are on their lasts, but even so, i keep running.

my clothes are tattered and ripped, stained with blood all over, some is mine, some is of the others, and the most part of it's THEIRS

the pistol in the pocket of my now black-red dyed jeans that i once could handle easly, now feels like it is a damned heavy rock, but i can't drop it...

it's the thing along the ones the others have that have kept us alive during the last hours of hell we've seen

on my left arm is the black-golden bracelet (of some sorts) that became permanently attached to it since the days i touvhed it for the first time..

i cant let go of them...

neither can i let go of my left hand, that's carrying my only important person left...

the others in front of me have stopped

i dont like it...

feels like every time we stop we might be found by THEM...

-what happened? why are we stopping now?-

an adult woman ask to the one guiding us, a soldier who found us just before we were killed...

-there is a truck blocking the street ma'am, we must find another way...-

is obvious that nobody of us is happy to hear that

we were a group of more of 22 people at the begining...

now there are only 6 of us left (not incuding the soldier)

-then? how do we get to the safepoint? dont you have a plan B?-

another woman asks, in a rather displeasured and arrogant voice, but still, full of fear

-there was a checkpoint nearby, we should got there and see if there is anything left that might help us-

of course the soldier is refering to equiment, he clearly knows that this area has been abandoned during the retreat...

the hand i am holding suddenly squeezes me, in response, i turn around

a girl that refuses to let go of my right hand, she is only 2 years younger than me, who was supposed to be 18 in three days...

the one that i am desperately trying to protect...

my sister, the only family i have had since a long time ago, before the hell came to earth

she is crying...

the fear of being hunted must have finally gotten her, because now she is trembling...

the others have started to move, we are being left behind

i quickly manage to wipe the tears from her face, and hug her with all of my strength tha is left

-we have to go, can you still walk?-

the left hand touches her smooth cheeks, now covered in dust and sprayed in blood

she nods

we hurry to catch up to the others, but we suddenly stop near the reamains of a building

i focus my attention on hearing 

-no, please NO!, get away from me!  GET AWAY FROM ME YOU MONSTERS!!!!!!-

some shots are heard, is it from one of the rifles we were carrying? but there were 3 of them! how can it be that only one is firing?

there are two options, either the one screaming and firing the rifle was left behind like us, or...

maybe they were killed like the rest of us, like the rest of the country, if not the world

i make my sister crouch behind the pile of  debris while i remove the safety catch on the pistol in my pocket, an old Colt .38 Automatic that i found in our old parents room, along several magazines for it...

i peek, praying that THEY dont notice me...

we are roughly 30 mts from the scene

there are horribly twisted and smashed corpses near THEM, if one of the corpses wasnt holding of a damned suitcase, i would have would it was some one else...

the corpses were our (latter) group

there was only one still alive, certanly he had barely managed to escape the inital assault, and was defending himself with the M4 that the soldier had been carrying around...

THEY have trapped him next to a mountain of rubble that prevents him from crawling away...

he is not moving from his position, instead, he is empting the rifle's magazine in their heads...

there are 3 of THEM closing to him, 

i can see from this distance that he has some deep slashes on his chest, and the are bleeding profusely

the guy is trying his best  to make each  bullet count, but its impossible, the pain and the shock due blodloss is making effect, also the acid in their claws must have started to corrode his insides

yet he is still fighting

i put the pistol's supressor on ist barrel and aim carefully

one of THEM somehow senses me (?) and turns around

i aim to the dull red eye that is in the middle of its forehead

i fire my gun at it...

the .38 Super shedder round hits its target, blowing off the eye and half of its head

the guy (somehow) manages to kill the other two left

i rush to see how bad his injuried are...

i'm speechless...

his left knee was sliced neatly and was burned where their claws had grabbed him

the right knee was completely smashed, it must have happened when we had heard him, he must had been struggling with one of them and it has steped on his leg, COMPLETELY CRUSHING IT...

he's still alive, but not for long, THEY have some kind of poison(?) that when in contact with our flesh, it spreads and burns around the area where it touched the skin, not to metion the horrible pain that came during the "burning"

he looks up to see my face, i crouch near him

-you... were alive huh?-

his voice is faint, yet he manages to talk loud enough for me to hear

-yeah... i tought you left us behind, so we hurried to where we tough we had seen you go...-

he points to the street to our right, there seems to be an accident on it, but we can cross it easly

-the... the..(he stars coughing blood, the poison must have entered his lungs) the chhhheckpoint, it is 6 blocks ahead down that street, here,ttttt.take the rifle, i dont have much... (panting) time, just go...- 

i take the rifle from his hands, it is covered in blood, and it stick to my fingers

-thank you, mister, you not only saved me, but also my sister-

his eyes widen, and he then grins

-so it was worth of it, i'd never done anything for anyone else, (coughs) , who knew that it would take the end of the world to make me change that...-

-yeah... who knew?-

he suddenly stops talking, he has finally died

im not surprised of death anymore, i have seen too much of it in a short time

i return where i left my sister hiding, praying nothing has happened

no, she is still there, she show her face as i close to her

the rifle is now hanging o my back, also the few supplies the i could loot from the remains of the group

i offer my hand to her, she grabs on it tightly

-lets go, the checkpoint is not too far, lets hurry before the darkness of the night get near-

she stands up and we turn to the street leading us to the checkpoint...



when we are halfway to the checkpoint, she whispers something that i could barely hear...

-are we going to die too?-

i turn around and lightly pat her head with my left hand, the black-golden bracelet on my arm shines slightly, as  to approve my action

-dont worry, all is going to be fine-

my words seem to comfort her, even when we both know that probably that isn't going to be the case


I am such a liar...

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