#writers quest

[ Godspeed ]

This was it. My back was against the wall and I was running out of ammo. Desperately I grasped my weapon and held it close. It was my only comfort at this time of need. Shells casings laid flat against the floor underneath and around me. There must have been hundreds of them, all of them empty. In fact I only had one bullet left. I took a breath and loaded it in my gun. Time slowed as I pop up behind my cover, took aim, and fired. That shot rang out as it left the barrel and as it hit its mark. Just like that, it was over.

I swam to shore as fast as I could. I heard screams of pain and terror behind me, but I didn’t turn back. It was already too late for them, I had to think about myself. The lifeguard on the breach blew his whistle and everybody started running and getting out, and away from, the shore. Unfortunately for me I was still a good ways out. I was not going to die here. Every stroke and every kick I put all my force behind. After an agonizingly slow fifteen seconds I was only ten feet away from the beach. My hopes where quickly dashed though when my leg felt the crushing pain of the powerful jaw biting down on them. I screamed but only water filled my lungs as I was pulled out to sea.

Waves rolled back and forth against the lava rock shore. A cool sea breeze followed and lightly shook the palm trees. Vivacious people ran across the beach and in the water. Evening came and the sun reflected off the water.

Furious people rallied outside the precinct. Useless, that how I could describe our efforts now. Riots had already broken out all over the city, now one was starting here. In the middle of the crowd a man stood on top of a car. “Off with their heads!” the man shouted from his megaphone. Unanimously the crowd started to chant, ‘Of with their heads!” Scared officers clutched their guns, we all knew what was going to happen.

Bells from the church rang out, sounding down the empty cobblestone streets. Echoes of shuffling feet could be heard as the door slowly closed. Lifeless buildings and stands filled the city. Little by little the city became a ghost town until nothing was left at all.

As I laid there everything seemed to orbit around, things like the trees all the way to the over-turned car. My head hurt like hell and I tasted blood and asphalt. That wasn’t the worst of it unfortunately, my entire right side burned because the flesh had just recently been removed. When I got thrown from the car I slide across the road about twenty feet. My left side was fine, for the most part, except for my knee that felt twisted like I had broken it. Past my knee the rest of my leg was numb, so I couldn’t really tell how bad the damage was. On the ground I thought about my options. Was my phone still in working condition? Could I stand? But my thoughts were interrupted by the close caw of a crow. After a short while of silence I continued on my train of thought, but then I heard another, more disturbing sound. It was wet sound, like what you imagine a wolf eating a deer carcass would sound like. In pain I turned my head toward the disgusting sound. To my dismay, there sat the bird eating my left leg.

“Welcome back,” one of them said.