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Authors: Madeline Sheehan
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since they were small and could be eaten quickly, there would be nothing left of them to turn.
Yet, here one was. Someone, more than likely his parents, had brought him here, probably to receive medical attention after he had been bitten. But, if he had been here since the devastation had begun and had not eaten at all, how, I wondered, was he still alive?
He let loose a bloodcurdling scream and thrashed violently within the confines of the jacket. The bed he was on tipped back and forth, threatening to fall over.
“It hurts!” he screamed shrilly, tears pouring down his tiny face.
Extinguishing my fire, I approached him with only my gun. Red, wild eyes bored into me. His features tightened and his lips peeled back in a snarl exposing a full set of horrifyingly sharp teeth.
I aimed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger. Wide, red eyes turned brown and lifeless as he slumped down in his bed.
After freeing his little body from the restraints, I wrapped him up in his sheets and tucked him into bed. It was the least I could do.
When I had finished, I sunk to the floor beside him and cried. I had just killed a child.
A child.
A little boy who would never have the chance to live. How could this be my life now? I kept waiting to wake up from this nightmare I’d been living in but I never did. And looking up at the little boy I had just killed, I knew I never would.
******
I continued my search for food, following the cafeteria directional signs until a familiar sound brought me up short. From around the bend, horrible slurping and popping noises filled an otherwise silent hall. I recognized it for what it was immediately; the sound of a Skin Eater enjoying its meal is unmistakable.
Poking my head around the corner I saw a lone male Skin Eater sitting on his knees, tearing apart the insides of what I think had once been a cat.
Tucking my gun in the back of my jeans, I summoned fire to my hands and stepped into his line of sight.
His red eyes picked me up immediately. What remained of the cat fell to the floor.
“Hey,” I said. “How’s it going?”
“Better now that you’re here,” he growled, grinning at me.
“I aim to please,” I told him, spreading my arms wide, readying.
If he had even noticed the fact that my hands were on fire, he obviously did not care. With another growl, he leapt into the air, sharp talons poised and ready to tear into me.
The flames I threw wrapped around him and he fell to the floor with a thud, deader than dead.
“How did you idiots take over the entire world so quickly?” I mused aloud.
“He was an idiot,” a male voice agreed. “But I’m not.”
I spun around, only to find myself thrown up against the nearest wall. The Skin Eater quickly shifted from his choking grip on my neck to pinning my hands flat against the wall behind me. His body pressed painfully against my own as he bared his fangs at me in the semblance of a grin.
“You see,” he said, a smug look on his face. “Not an idiot.”
Fear like I hadn’t felt in quite awhile took hold, freezing me in shock. Without my hands I couldn’t fight him, I was about as powerless as any normal human when faced with these monsters, which was not at all.
Still gripping my wrists, he leaned in, mouth wide open and ready to take a bite out of my neck.
I had fought for survival for months now, alone. I’d scavenged for food, stolen numerous vehicles, fought herds of Skin Eaters, and even had to kill a fellow human just to make it through another day...only to have it all end in some small hospital in some small town with no one around to know.
My scream began deep in my belly, it bubbled up through my chest, and with all the air left in my lungs it exploded up past my throat and out into the air.
The Skin Eater blew backwards, smashed through the wall, and fell screaming to his death. Windows burst outward in a spray of glass, the floor began to tremble, and plaster rained down around me.
I cried out in
Yet, here one was. Someone, more than likely his parents, had brought him here, probably to receive medical attention after he had been bitten. But, if he had been here since the devastation had begun and had not eaten at all, how, I wondered, was he still alive?
He let loose a bloodcurdling scream and thrashed violently within the confines of the jacket. The bed he was on tipped back and forth, threatening to fall over.
“It hurts!” he screamed shrilly, tears pouring down his tiny face.
Extinguishing my fire, I approached him with only my gun. Red, wild eyes bored into me. His features tightened and his lips peeled back in a snarl exposing a full set of horrifyingly sharp teeth.
I aimed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger. Wide, red eyes turned brown and lifeless as he slumped down in his bed.
After freeing his little body from the restraints, I wrapped him up in his sheets and tucked him into bed. It was the least I could do.
When I had finished, I sunk to the floor beside him and cried. I had just killed a child.
A child.
A little boy who would never have the chance to live. How could this be my life now? I kept waiting to wake up from this nightmare I’d been living in but I never did. And looking up at the little boy I had just killed, I knew I never would.
******
I continued my search for food, following the cafeteria directional signs until a familiar sound brought me up short. From around the bend, horrible slurping and popping noises filled an otherwise silent hall. I recognized it for what it was immediately; the sound of a Skin Eater enjoying its meal is unmistakable.
Poking my head around the corner I saw a lone male Skin Eater sitting on his knees, tearing apart the insides of what I think had once been a cat.
Tucking my gun in the back of my jeans, I summoned fire to my hands and stepped into his line of sight.
His red eyes picked me up immediately. What remained of the cat fell to the floor.
“Hey,” I said. “How’s it going?”
“Better now that you’re here,” he growled, grinning at me.
“I aim to please,” I told him, spreading my arms wide, readying.
If he had even noticed the fact that my hands were on fire, he obviously did not care. With another growl, he leapt into the air, sharp talons poised and ready to tear into me.
The flames I threw wrapped around him and he fell to the floor with a thud, deader than dead.
“How did you idiots take over the entire world so quickly?” I mused aloud.
“He was an idiot,” a male voice agreed. “But I’m not.”
I spun around, only to find myself thrown up against the nearest wall. The Skin Eater quickly shifted from his choking grip on my neck to pinning my hands flat against the wall behind me. His body pressed painfully against my own as he bared his fangs at me in the semblance of a grin.
“You see,” he said, a smug look on his face. “Not an idiot.”
Fear like I hadn’t felt in quite awhile took hold, freezing me in shock. Without my hands I couldn’t fight him, I was about as powerless as any normal human when faced with these monsters, which was not at all.
Still gripping my wrists, he leaned in, mouth wide open and ready to take a bite out of my neck.
I had fought for survival for months now, alone. I’d scavenged for food, stolen numerous vehicles, fought herds of Skin Eaters, and even had to kill a fellow human just to make it through another day...only to have it all end in some small hospital in some small town with no one around to know.
My scream began deep in my belly, it bubbled up through my chest, and with all the air left in my lungs it exploded up past my throat and out into the air.
The Skin Eater blew backwards, smashed through the wall, and fell screaming to his death. Windows burst outward in a spray of glass, the floor began to tremble, and plaster rained down around me.
I cried out in
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