Three Stages

Prologe

I slowly crawl on all fours in the thick black smoke. Passing multiple limbs of citizens with the smell of rotting flesh chocking my breath.

It is silent.

Complete silence.

Nothing but the buzzing of flys feasting on human carcasses. Buildings surrounded me like a thick infested dark forest. The sun was not even visible, the majority of the debris shielding the warm light to seep through. My 22 gauge shotgun resting on my back. Heart racing to the point were I thought all of Los Angels could here it.

I continue to crawl until I came 10 ft away from my destination. Clearly guarded with multiple Gemuits, I hesitate behind a deprived Camry. I glance around, pondering if there is another entrance besides the main.

Creeping low, I carefully duck walk forward whilst glaring around for any broken glass that might revel my cover.

The Gemuits did not seem to notice me yet. I expose myself more into the open, keeping my breath silent. Sticking to the edges of the neighbor building like glue. The shadows of a corse overhanging is the only equipment shielding my vital organs from being terminated.

I peer up from my kneeling position. The trio of organisms continue to pay no mind. Black hoods with a pair of holes only exposing their blood red eyes masked their hideous traits. Like a needle in a hey stack, I surprisingly spot a poorly boarded up window on the side of the cement building approximately 5 ft above the ground. Though, there so happens to be a lonely Gemuit patrolling back and fourth with a 9mm in its palm.

I quietly switch my leather brown strap that is connected to my smooth valuable shotgun over to my chest with my index finger barley resting on the cold steel trigger.

I duck walk forward, closing in on my enemy like a leopard on the hunt. Making little to no noise, holding my breathing in, trying to control my stealth.

The prey now being approximately 8ft away is now standing still, only glaring up at the dark sky. Taking this opportunity, I carefully slide out my 5 inch dagger out of my right steel toe boot. The damn organism still not having any sense to be a consistent guard, I release my shotgun, with my left hand and fasten my grip of dagger in my other.

Like playing darts, I aim at the Gemuits skull. With a fluently release of my fingers, the weapon aims perfectly between the center of the pair of eyes. Sending the uneducated guard to the hard bacterial ground.

I quietly maneuver forward and retrieve my weapon. Wiping the remaining of the victims blood on their own clothing and continued to the partially open window.

Creeping over to the source I poke my left eye into one of the small cracks of wood. An isolated, slouched over figure with its back facing me rests in the middle of a vacan room with a dim light bulb above their head. Making them the center of attention with the perimeter of the area pitch black. Both their arms are situated onto their lower back with rat ties straining both bloody wrists.

Removing the poor quality boards with fanese and placing them onto the cold cement. Excitement grew in my chest as I crawl through the cat sized opening and into the room.

Remaining to the shadows. Hearing my own foot steps echo against the concrete walls, I adjust myself directly in front of the figure. A black cloth sack was secured onto their head. Without anymore hesitation, I quickly enclose the distance between us. The victims breathing becomes heavy like a dog panting in the baking heat.

Whipping out my dagger once again, I cautiously bare my hand out, grasp the cloth and slit the thick material in half with a clean cut. Suddenly feeling a sense of relief, the individual let's out a sick like cough whilst spitting out green saliva.

"I-its me...I'm here." The victim slowly gazes up. Their pupils expand, they gasp in amazement and disbelief. We both lock gazes. Their striking brown eyes hypnotize me which seemed like in a trance. They give me a small grin with a laugh.

*Click...click click*

A medium sized rock suddenly tumbles towards us in the center of the room. Another quickly fellows it with more sending after it. I then felt the hard stone ground give out beneath the both of us.

As an instinct I grasp the remaining ledge of the floor with one hand. And forcibly griping my left with the shirt of the victim.

Their eyes are wide with fear and anxiety, I try my best not to choke them with their own clothing. The sound of their gagging and coughing reflexes frighten me even more.

"I'm sorry!! Please bare with me!!!" I shout in fear. Peering down, a humongous whole was created with steaming, red and orange magma estimated about 200 ft below the surface.

I breath heavily, with the strength of my limbs wanting to give out. I fight the temptation. Pieces of the remaining ledge give out beside us, plunging into the deadly magma below and disintegrating into nothing.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" A frightening firm voice echoes throughout the atmosphere. But before I can even get the chance to see the identity of the person, the weak gravel gave away from my hand.

The force of gravity pulling me down to a death, that came too soon...