Lost In Time

Chapter 1 | What The World Has Come To

It was getting dark, too dark to even see 10 feet ahead of me. Both the wind and the rain were unbearable, I was soaked. Head to toe, the relentless wind sending shivers down my spine as I sprinted down the puddle covered road. It was edging ever so slowly toward nine o'clock. I was almost home, just a block away. I could almost feel the safety of it, the safety of being home. "Please," I begged quietly, whispering to God. Sprinting uninterrupted, even the trashcans that were thrown by the vigorous wind didn't slow me. Then as I was rounding a corner, my breath hitched in my throat as I saw it in the nearby distance. My goal, the one place that I call home. I was constantly running through puddles of blood, where people breathed their last breath before death. I tried not to think about it, but my thoughts had a mind of their own and it came flooding in.

I had seen it on a couple streets over; blood covered the dark dimmed streets. I saw a creature and there was absolutely no way that it could have been human. The dark gold irises gave him or her away; no one could do what I had seen to another human being. My street covered in puddles of dark, black like blood. Just like the other street. I had saw the creature drag a half-dead person, choking on his or her own blood. Only for the creatures to bring them to a corner to finish them off, to eat what was once their own kind.
I nearly threw up thinking of it but continued, with tears blurring my vison. I knew something was following me, I could hear them. This made me run impossibly faster. It was eerily quiet, nothing but the squishy sound of our shoes when they hit the pavement, my own breathing and the forceful wind. Losing my footing on the wet street, I tripped over my own feet and gasped in surprise at the sudden fall. I scrambled up briefly looking toward my hands, seeing that they're covered in a red sticky liquid. I cried out until I realized my mistake. I'm tackled to the ground, falling into a tinted, red puddle of water. My back was to the concrete and my hands pushing up against the chest of the person on me. Realizing it wasn't a human, but a monster with gold irises and black veins covering its entire being, I pushed him off me, anger taking over.

The wind was getting stronger, howling as if it were the one in danger. The rain was getting harder and the dark grey clouds shifted in the sky. I punched the inhuman face, causing the creature to fall backwards. Allowing me to get on top of it, I was barely able to hold him down. I looked for something, anything to kill it so I could go home, so I could go to my bed and wake up from this horrible nightmare. I looked around me in the dark, barely able to see a shard of a beer bottle in a small trash pile that must have broken from the fall of a nearby trashcan. Thinking it would do, I reached out toward it, while the beast consistently tried to bite me, devour me. Finally grabbing it, I repositioned myself, raising the piece of glass and stabbing it, causing it to groan in pain. I have learned that as long as you puncture the brain it will die. So, I did just that, four times in total, tears rolling down my cold, wet cheeks at what I was doing; even if it wasn't human I was still killing something. On the fourth attempt, it stopped groaning, but instead laid lifeless on the ground, dead.
I threw the broken glass as far as I could, angry at what I had to do. More tears fell from my eyes down my cheeks as I got up from the chest of the stiff, disgusting creature and ran the rest of the way home, exhausted. Hoping I would see my family, hoping this would be a dream, hoping that once I open that door I would wake up, that this would all be some bad dream. I took my key from my pocket, hurriedly trying to put it in the key hole, but my hand was shaking too much to open it, the first or the second time, but successfully on the third attempt. I unlocked the door, rushed through it, closed it, locked it and fell to the floor sobbing at the fact that this wasn't a dream; sobbing at what the world has come to...