Survival - Chapter One - Beginnings
#4 of Survival
A Loud Crack Splits the Seemingly Serene Silence. Avralain's Rifle Recoils Violently, Bruising her Shoulder. Despite the Recoil, Her round Strikes its target with Deadly Accuracy, Passing through the Eye socket and Blowing a mess of Grey matter out the back of the things Head. She sighs as she pulls back the Bolt, Then Pushes it forward, Loading the next round into the Firing chamber. As she Slings the Rifle over her shoulder, She hears a Sound that has come to be the Only Warning sign of a Remorseless, Tireless enemy. A long, Loud, Drawn out Moan, The sound Assaulting her Sensitive ears. She Whips her Pistol out and Spins around to see a White Wolf, Blood Caked around its Muzzle and Various Gunshot wounds in its Chest, Slowly Stumbling Up the stairs Towards her. Thinking out loud, Even though there's nobody else to Hear it, She mumbles "Now where did you Come from?". Before the Thing can Respond with another Horrible moan, She Snaps her arm up and Fires three Shots at it. Two of them Pierce its Neck and Chest, And one of them Shatters its Skull, Dropping it to the Ground in under a Second. She laughed at the Ease with which she Killed it, Remembering how Hard Surviving was at first. As she sat there Laughing, She Remembered how this All started and Laughed even harder when she remembered her first Kill.
"Another Attack today, a Woman was... What? Really? Wow... Anyways, a Woman was Apparently Bitten by a Homicidal Man while Standing in line for the ATM machine outside of the Grocery Store. Two Men managed to pull him off her, but not before suffering Several Wounds themselves. It is Unknown What is Cau-" The news Story was Cut off as Avralain Flipped to another Channel, Tired of Hearing about the Strangely High number of Attacks by Insane People, Most of which involving some sort of Biting or Scratching. As she Flipped through the Channels, She finally found a Standup Comedy Special and Started watching that. Right as the Comedian, a Rather Short little Raccoon, Was getting to the good part of a Story, The screen went black. As she got up to make sure everything was okay, The screen flashed White several times and a Voice came on. "Attention Residents of the Downtown Area. Tonight, there have Been over a Hundred Separate Attacks in your Area Alone. You are advised to Lock all Doors and Windows and Find something to Defend yourself with. Police Forces are Being Dispatched to Contain this Epidemic, But until they arrive, Do not open the Door for Anyone." For the first time that Night, She Just stopped and Listened. She could Hear Screams, The sound of Splintering Wood as Doors gave way, And an Ever Present Moan.
Avralain Scrambled to the Door of her Apartment to lock Locked it. Luckily, She was on the Second floor of her Building, So she didn't have to worry about the Windows. As she got to her Door, she glanced outside quickly. Right as she was swinging it closed, She noticed her Neighbor just Standing there. Before she could think, She Yelled at him. "Hey! Phil! What the hell are you doing? Get into your Apartment and Lock the damn Door!". Phil Turned around on the Spot, And what she Saw horrified her. Her Neighbor, Whom she had known for several Years, Had a Gaping Hole torn in his Stomach. The fur around the Hole was Soaked in Blood, But the Bleeding seemed to have stopped. Now, The wound was Oozing a Reddish Brown pasty Substance. Avralain was about to Scream, But then she Decided against it and Tried to Slam The door shut. But before she could shut it all the way, What used to be Phil got his Arm into the Door, And it Violently Cracked as the door slammed on it. As it Pried the Door open with one arm, She ran and tried to find something to fight with. The bad news was that She had Never fought someone in her Life. The good news was that She always Kept a Loaded Handgun on her Bedside Table, And took Lessons every Weekend. Phil was In her Apartment now, Slowly Stumbling towards her. She took one look at him and knew what needed to be done, And started Sprinting towards her Bedroom. She Grabbed the Gun, Flipped the safety off, and Turned the corner back into the Hallway. She yelped with Surprise as she turned the corner and came face to face with Her old Neighbor. She tried to turn around and run, but he lunged at her and knocked her down, Knocking the Handgun out of her Grip. As he kneeled down, She grabbed him by the throat and held him back. She fumbled around for the pistol, While he Struggled against her grip, Snapping his Jaws at her. Finally her hand found the Cold Metal of the Gun, And she wrapped her Paw around the handle and put her finger on the Trigger. She Swung the gun around, Pushed the Tip up to his Temple, And Squeezed the Trigger. He went Limp in her Grip, And She pushed him off and Stood up.
The Vixen shook her head to clear the memories and slowly stood up, Her Silvery-White fur Seeming to glow in the Orange-Red glow of the Sun. As she looked out of her Apartment window onto the Burned out, Ruined Husk of the Once proud City, She though out loud, As she had been doing quite often lately. "Sometimes, I wonder how all this Happened in only two months. But then i Remember who the Enemy is, And It become Obvious. I mean, Hell, For all i know, I'm the Only Living being in this Entire Hell Hole!". As she looked out over the Empty city, A thought occurred to her, And she smiled for the First time in Two Months. It was no longer THE city. As the last Thing alive in it, It was Her City.