Andrew Darc

Pealing myself off the pavement, I had woken up to the smell of stale beer and vomit. at the time i couldnt remember what had happened the night before. sitting up i realise that i dont know where i am. all i can see is a dim light in the distance and walls on either side of me. Theres dried vomit on my leather jacket and my jeans are torn at the knee's, it must have been a good night.

i suppose i should explain some stuff about myself before i continue. my names Andrew Darc, 24. typical school dropout, no prospects. i work 12 hour shifts in a job i hate, typical  story for guys my age nowadays. i like my drink a little too much and this isnt the first time ive woken up in a strange place after a night out. sometimes i wish ide never woken up this time. but lets continue with the story.

I stumble onto my feet, and attempt to clean myself up. i begin checking my pockets for my phone, its not there. looks like i cant phone for a taxi. i stumble to the end of the alleyway im in till i hit the street, ive never been in this part of town. almost no streetlights are on and the houses all look like ive walked into a slum.

How did i get here? the last thing i remember is hitting the town on the pull. Ive never heard of an area like this nearby. cant do much about that looks like ill have to try and find out where i am.

still fealing the effects of the alcohol i stumble to the end of the road, looking for a street sign there isnt any. I begin to panic, a million things are running through my mind right now. i should be somewhere in london, but ive never heard of streets without signs, why would there be no sign?

I back up to sit against a wall, trying to remember how i ended up in this situation, but nothing comes to me. my friends must be looking for me by now, they will find me.

suddenly a glimmer of hope in my otherwise disasterous situation, in the distance i can see somone walking in my direction. a fealing of relief falls over me, i can ask this person for help. i get up and begin to walk towards the figure in the distance.

Getting closer i realise the figure is shuffling towards me awkwardly, the movement seems somewhat un-natural. its hard to make out what the figure is wearing, aslong as i can ask them how to get back to my neighborhood it doesnt matter.

the figures clothes are tattered, its face shaded by a hood. maybe i realy have woken up in a slum? as i get closer the pungent smell of rotting flesh hits my nose,  like a dead animal on the road side thats been left in the sun. i try to locate the source of the smell but i cant.

the figure stops in front of me, its hard not to heave from the vile smell. the figure is definately the source of the stentch. theres stains on its ragged clothing, waves of fear are passing through my spine. i cant seem to find the courage to speak, who is this person in front of me?

the figure slowly raises one of its arms up towards me, at this point my whole body tenses up. why do i get the fealing that i should turn around and run away from this situation? the arm reaches shoulder height, and the figure tilts its head back slightly, the hood falls away. at that moment i realise why i should have ran away.

that wasnt the face of a person. the head looked like it belonged to a huge sewer rat, the fur was matted, and covered with dried blood. i must be having a bad dream. this cannot be real nothing in our world looks like this. my body becomes rigid i want to run away but i cant, my legs wont do what i want anymore.

the figure puts its hand on my shoulder, it dug its claws in, drawing blood. suddenly my body is listening again, i begin to struggle. i need to get away from this creature. all i can feal is the sharp pain of its claws tearing through my flesh. theres alot of blood, im begginging to faint.

with a last burst of strenght i manage to pull its arm away and i begin to stumble away, my strength is leaving me, i collapse.