The Deepest Sleep

It is the deepest sleep, that draws us to the conclusion of our story. It is our inevitable reward, that we find ourselves at this moment when we are pushed to the end and its time to go, time to sleep. How did i get here though? My life is a winding path, filled with hate and sadness. Do not presume to judge harshly, for, I built this road. I carved my name into every brick of this road, it is mine. And so it shall lead me to my ultimate reward, the deepest sleep i have ever known. 

And so it comes to its inevitable conclusion, a gift to the trodden and weary. Age creeps into the wrinkles around my heavy eyes, and my bones grind at every movement as I lay upon my bed of dirt. Underneath me rots an empire of garbage, a hundred years of misery that was my life rot in a heap below me. This is my reward, and so i go now, to my deepest sleep.

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the road

The road stretches out before me, visions of my life engulf me in a tornado of madness. Am I crazy? It doesn’t matter, all that matters is the road. this is my path, I chose it, though it breaks off in multiple directions, I stick to my path. The terrain is rough, i struggle every step to keep my footing.

The road is quiet, theirs plenty of time to think and reflect. I don’t like this road, but I choose to walk it. Why? I don’t know. I cannot imagine how to take a new direction. I am pressed to give up. To hide in the bush lest this road be the end of me, but my leg reaches out and another step is taken, and i am farther down the road, deeper into the darkness.

I stand in a vast valley. No path, no sound. But through this dreary vale, i see a light. I rush into the light, thankful for its presence, I feel its warmth and its illuminating satisfaction. Then without apparent reason, I smother it. Why? I cannot tell, I have lost my grasp of what is real and what is not.

I cannot remember my name. I don’t know who I am. I introduce myself to a hungry lion. I tell him a name, is it my real name? I don’t know. All i can discern as fact is the hunger beyond the lions eye. He watches me, but does nothing. he offers me his belly but i refuse his gesture of kindness, alerted by his hunger. It is me he wants, he lures me with promises of happiness and success, all the while waiting for his opportunity to descend upon me like a messenger of death. But I am hard to kill, because I am aware.

The lion wants me to believe he is my friend, but i cannot give in. I see beyond his eyes, into the depths of his soul, as black as the vale in which i am trapped. I try to break free, but the darkness swallows me, and the lion watches. He is patient. he knows i will starve to death before him. He waits for opportunity. But I have a secrete. a knifes edge readied to cut, but who will pounce first, or maybe i will escape.

The road has led my astray, do not fallow this road, lest the vale swallow you, and the lion devour you.

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Element

Ayden’s white robes fluttered with the midnight breeze. He wondered when the rain would stop as he looked back at the smoldering wreckage sprawled out before him. The furion ship was ripped to pieces. He smirked at the steam rolling off his shoulder as he lowered his hood and approached the heap of twisted metal and broken glass. He shuffled through the debris to find what he was looking for; a florescent blue pyramid, gleaming brilliantly in the palm of his hand.

“Is that it?”

He quickly pocketed it and turned to Desmond.”Yeah, we got it.”

Desmond let out a sigh of relief. “Lets go they’ll be here soon.”

Ayden shook his head. “Too dangerous to fly, they’d see us in a second.” He motioned to the pine woods. “We’ll have to go on foot.”

And with a nod they were off, forging ahead through a thicket of dark woods. Ayden knew it was only a matter of time until the furions showed up, and if they found them, they would be killed. But he also knew he had the stone, and that was worth dying for. His brow furrowed as he thought about all he could do with it, all the good he can accomplish. A thousand years at war, all ending with this single atifact. He paused for a moment and a bolt of light grazed him, trailing blood as it darted from his shoulder.

“Damn it they found us!” Desmond saw the blood. “Are you alright?”

Ayden was holding his shoulder. “Yeah im fine just keep moving.”

He weaved through the trees and vaulted over the underbrush. Bolts of light flashed rapidly about, capsizing the trees around him. He dipped into a gully and followed it to a ravine. He could hear heavy footsteps behind him over the sound of running water. He dropped into a burrow, withdrawing into the dark muddy pit as far as he could. He hoped they wouldnt find him. Taking them on alone would be near impossible by himself.

The footsteps drew near. He clinche his fists, anticipating his discovery. An ominous shadow held itself at the entrance of the burrow. It outlined the Lizard shape of a furion. Ayden held his breath, praying that it wouldn’t poke his head in for even the slightest glimpse. The shadow remained, a few grunts and a series of vocalized clicks echoed in Aydens ears. Then as quickly as it arrived, it was gone.

He cautiously stepped outside of the burrow, weary of the any remaining Furions. He walked silently in a crouching position, moving through the soft mud stealthily and silently hugging the inner wall of the ravine.

“Desmund?” Ayden called his friends name softly.

No answer came. He moved further through the canyon until he came to were he initially entered.

“Desmond.” He called again this tim a little louder.

He pulled himself up to the pine forest floor, he was in exellent physical condition and the task proved simple to say the least. He noticed the mud caked over his robes and realized it would make good camoflouge if needed. He eased through the forest calling out to Desmond when he saw a red light illumenating the forest ahead. He crouched behind a tree as he surveyed the the forest ahead.

Fear cought in his throat as dozens of Furion solders tended to the the body of Desmond. They cut his robes off and through them aside. They seemed to be searching for the pyramid. He grabbed it through his robe pocket and sighed. There was nothing more he could do here. He turned to be face to face with a furion. Its scaled arms ended in clawed fingers. Its tail whipped from sided to side and it stood erect on two legs. It’s black eyes shined and were uneasily placid, like twin pools of water. It examined him, toungue flicking.

The lizard raised its rifle over its head ready to strike him, when his skin exploded into a coat of flames. So sudden it was the the Furion fell back, screeching an alarm to the others. Ayden glanced back to see them closing in on him. He bent his knees and launched himself into the sky, trailing a tail of fire as he flew at supersonic speeds over the forest. Looking back he saw a Furion ship take place behind him, matching his speed. The chase was on.

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diary of a cat.

DAY 752 – My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.

DAY 761 – Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair … must try this on their bed.

DAY 765 – Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little hunter I was… Bastards

DAY 768 – I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called “shampoo.” What sick minds could have developed such a chemical. My only consolation is the blood that coats my claws. I now know that they bleed. And if they can bleed, they can die.

DAY 771 – There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call “beer”. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of “allergies.” Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

DAY 774 – I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time…

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R.A.F.

This moment, I’m free. I feel the air in my face, I feel gentle growl of the engine in my hands. I can do anything, go anywhere. Left, right up or down. I can climb, i can dive. This moment, i am everything.

He is in my sights. A red iron cross painted on his side. The smell of fuel and smoke fills my senses. I line the cross-hairs above his nose, anticipating his next move. I squeeze the trigger and in a blaze of fire and smoke he plummets. I see another with his likeness. God save the queen.

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Let me in

The town was desolate and barren. No life stirred on the cracked and wasted street, save the crows circling above. Jason clung to his double-barrel shotgun, silently praying to himself. He motioned to the others to flank the street, and with a nod they took to the sidewalks on either side. Kelly smirked at the garbage littered terrain, and abandon cars. There was a time when she would have enjoyed taking one of them for a spin around the Mojave. Those days are gone.

Thomas crouched at the broken window of the once general goods store. One of the many storefronts that now loom ominously over the single street on both sides. He examined the broken glass and winced at the smell of rotten flesh. He stepped through the display window into the darkness of the building, and cautiously made his way in between the rows of ransacked shelves, readying his fireman’s ax for anything. There was a shuffle in the back, an intimidating disturbance. There it was.

Randall had always been timid, despite always being the biggest. In high school he was the tallest in the whole school, and the strongest. Though he could never find the courage to stand up for himself. Constantly being bullied he would lock himself deep within to hide from his persecutors. These day it wasn’t much different. Despite being six foot eight, nearly two hundred and eighty pounds of raw muscle, courage was not something easily found.

He shouldered his baseball bat. Fear would not stop him today. He moved through the scattered cars behind Kelly. He was taken by her. The way she moved, her tan skin, the long brunette hair pulled back into a pony tail. He had always admired her hazel eyes, but most of all, it was her bravery. Despite her small size she was always plunging into danger, ready to fight for her life and the ones she cared about.

Randall paused. She had stopped to peer into the window of one of the cars. A corpse, once a little girl lie mutilated in the rotted backseat of an old Firebird. Nausea set in with the horror of it all. He turned and looked up. Damned crows, he thought to himself.

Kellys voice rang from behind “Ah shit its one of them!”

Thomas swung his axe at the head of his predator, a mans figure decayed and twisted. A splatter of blood caused him to recoil away and another figure charged. Realizing he was all alone, he turned and ran for the window, hurling himself through, crashing onto the ground. He heard the footsteps closing in on him. He scurried to his feet, One word on his mind. Escape.

James heard the commotion and readied his shotgun. Two shots, that’s all he had left. He would have to make them count. He rushed towards Kelly and Randall, weaving in and out of the abandon vehicle’s. It was time to go.

Randall spun around, bat at the ready. But there was no need. The little girl had come back to life in a prison, trapped by the windows and doors. All she could do was claw at her cage.

Kelly set her m1911 pistol on the girl. Randall grabbed her shoulder

“If theirs more, we don’t want to attract attention. It’s not worth it at the moment.”

James trotted up from behind. “Damn, I hoped this time would be easy. We should go… Where’s Tommy?”

Thomas was running as fast as he could. As soon as he was on his feet he bolted out of the town, not sure if he was being pursued or not, too frightened to look back. New questions surfaced, were his friends still alive, did they need help, were they even aware? No it was too late. His friends were surly lost by now. He had to keep going, until his heart stopped. He had to do what not many else could do these days… survive.

James fired the first shot, followed by Kelly’s two. Randall had taken place in front, bat at the ready. It was in the blink of an eye it appeared, teeth gnashing, hands clawing, fear was gone, replaced by instinct, Randall swung, smashing its head with unrivaled force, sending it crashing to the floor.

James grabbed Kelly, “Go go go now!”

They dashed between the cars and down the street, weaving and dodging rubble and cars along the way. Feet beat in a crescendo of choked cries and hacking shrieks behind them.

Escape, the word itself was hard to imagine as the bodies of more gnarled and rotted once-men flooded the streets behind them, around them, and finally in front of them. Cut off from there escape, there was only one thing to do. Fight.

Randall felt himself withdraw into himself again. Fear crept up from his gut to his heart. Nothing could deter it. Not even the need to fight, to survive. His swings were losing power, his concentration started to break. His head whirled around. More of them. It was hopeless. After after making it through so much, it would end here.

There was a scream, a human scream. He turned to see Kelly swarmed by the undead, fighting without hope of survival. Fear was instantaneously replaced with anger, and he charged, casting caution to the wind. Blow after blow he beat the creatures to bloody pulps, smashing heads, limbs, anything he could hit to take them down. Through the chaos he managed to swing Kelly on his shoulder, Fending off the assault with one hand. He bolted for the nearest building. A dentists office, with a utility ladder to the roof.

Kellys weight was no problem as he scaled the ladder. Finally on the roof he gently placed her on the black rubber floor. He examined her body, and was relieved she was still alive. Gunshots rang from he street, James was still alive. In all the commotion he had forgot his lifelong friend. He glimpsed over the parapet to find James on the roof of the general store.

“You okay?” he called out.

James shook his head. “Been bit, hows Kelly?”

Randall peered over his shoulder. A faint color of blood smudged Kelly’s sleeve. “One sec.” he called out.

He rolled up her right sleeve and was horrified to find a deep bite wound.

He cursed under his breath. “Damn it.”

Randall returned to the parapet. ” Looks like im the only one who didn’t get bit.” he thought for a moment. “Wheres Tommy?”

James laughed. “Little shit made a run for it without us. Got a whole friggen mob of them behind him though.”

“That little bastard.”

“Hey, its too late for me, get outta here. I’ll distract them”

Randall shook his head. “What about Kelly?”

“Shes gone. forget her.”

Randall bit his lip. “No, i wont. looks like your both stuck with me.”

……

“James?”

……. no response. James just stood there, staring at the sun.

Kelly coughed as she came to.

Randall rushed over to help her. “Hey, you okay?”

“Do i look okay?” She winced. “I’ve been bit… You need to go, wheres James and Tommy?”

“Gone. Tommy ran and James..” He trailed off.

She screamed in pain. “You have to go, I’m.. I’m changing.”

“No, I’m right here with you…”

 

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For this one post Jeremy is not here

I must tell you all right now that I am not Jeremy. I am his friend and he comes to my house often. When he comes over he plays my guitar and logs onto his stuff. He returns my guitar to is home but when he leaves he never signs out off anyof his pages. You all must tell him he is awesome at guitar, because he is. And you all should remind him to log off his pages, because if he dosnt things like this will happen. Remind him that he must log off his things and this will not happen again. Thank you for reading and goodnight.

                                                                       —-Kelly

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