I looked around and as if an answer to my question, I heard a window break, the pieces scattering the street, though you could hardly separate the new from the old, and as I looked up a woman in her mid-forties was grasping at the window pane. Her clothes were torn, her head bloodied up and her hair was matted down, I'm guessing she was blond, but it was hard to tell. Her hands clutched at the sides of the window frame like you would if you were pulling yourself out from the pool. She managed to get about a third of her body out when arms shot out a round her, grasping at her waste, tearing at her until her upper half tumbled out of the window, making the most horrific noise I have ever heard in my life, like a bone-filled watermelon. Blood and organs poured down the side of the building until it was pulled inside.
The fuck was I supposed to do? I fuckin ran is what I did. I ran and ran and ran, avoiding the screams coming from my surroundings, that is until I heard a very different sound.
Three very loud bangs went off, so I detoured that direction. If someone's got a gun and is using it, they're worth saving, know what I mean? So I sneak down this alley, making damn sure it was clear beforehand, then climb up a fire escape, in case shit gets real where the guns at. I Checked the window to make sure there wouldn't be any fun surprises and look over at the action and what do I see? This gorgeous cop bitch. Big tits, beautiful face and hips ooooooooo. She was a red head too and I love me a firecracker. SO i see her getting surrounded and think to myself why don't I save this nice lady and maybe she'll repay me with some action later, you know when shit dies down. I pulled my pig dick out and sick shots later there were six dead crazies, all head shots baby.
End of Chapter 1
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Chapter 1 part 3
After I knew that pig was dead, I grabbed his ammo clip and honest to God I had to stop myself because I didn't have a damn clue where to go. I guess I could go home, but then what? Not like I can stay in that shithole forever. I could hunt down my girl and my ex,but knowing her, she's already dead......or one of them. She was a good fuck but damn was she dumb, and I mean "Jessica Simpson chicken of the sea" dumb. She was probably at work and left Kylie at home with the babysitter. My best bet was to head to her place, which was a mile fucking away on 3rd street, but it's not like I have other shit to do. So I'm walking down Paulding because it's a wide, which gave me time to react to any crazies that want a piece, ignoring the violence around me. The mayhem would have been too much for some; a body impaled on a stop sign with several littered around it, my guess being a bunch of poor bastards lost hope when shit went down. Good riddance I say. Those panicked pussies would have just dragged the rest of us down. I'm not getting killed because of some suicidal cunt can't handle the shitstain life has become.
The whole street was a mess, I had to watch myself because it was so easy to step on some broken glass, shards of metal, hell slipping in blood was an easy bet since it was fucking everywhere. The place looked like a damn meat factory. Kind of smelled like one too at this point. Thank God it wasn't terribly hot today. I started thinking about my girl when I stepped in something, slipped and fell. It was a fucking intestine that wound up to its source, hidden between two cars like he was trying to get away. AS I got up, attempting to brush myself off, ringing what I could out of my newly crimson shirt, it hit me.
Where the fuck were all them?
The whole street was a mess, I had to watch myself because it was so easy to step on some broken glass, shards of metal, hell slipping in blood was an easy bet since it was fucking everywhere. The place looked like a damn meat factory. Kind of smelled like one too at this point. Thank God it wasn't terribly hot today. I started thinking about my girl when I stepped in something, slipped and fell. It was a fucking intestine that wound up to its source, hidden between two cars like he was trying to get away. AS I got up, attempting to brush myself off, ringing what I could out of my newly crimson shirt, it hit me.
Where the fuck were all them?
Chapter 1 part 2
So I'm running down the stairs knowing damn well those elevators are fucked. You see that shit in the movies all the time, some dumb nobgoblin goin on the elevator when shit goes down only to get caught with more problems.
Fuck that noise.
Anyway.
When i hit the first floor, I see shit everywhere. Blood was all over the place, on the ceiling, on the tables as well as running down the doors like red rain. I didn't know what to do, I mean would you? As kids we did test runs all the time for disasters, tornados, earthquakes an all that but there never was a "world goes to hell" drill and you know it looked like hell. Men were torn apart, their limbs missing, their insides decorating the pavement. That shit didn't mess me up too much, it was seeing the little girl, her face carved out like a pumpkin with her pigtails still intact, her leg several feet from her body, covered in teeth marks and forcibly removed muscle. I have a daughter and that shit wrecked me. I threw up all over the sidewalk and man was that bad timing. The fuck was I thinking? The world ending and I'm just going to walk outside, where everything is happening. Yeah, I'm a pretty fuckin smart guy. I wiped my face off and looked around for some daddy hammers, you know weapons, because god knows whatever's goin down, I've gotta watch myself. Luckily I found a cop who wasn't needing his pistol. The weird thing was, he really wasn't touched. I mean he was dead, that much was obvious, the hole in his chest where his heart used to be spoke volumes, but I swore I saw him move a little bit, and you know when I buttoned his holster on his pistol, the fucker grabbed me. He had a hole in his fucking chest and he grabbed me! Of course by that time I had his pistol out aand put two in his head, but how the fuck did he move without a heart?
Fuck that noise.
Anyway.
When i hit the first floor, I see shit everywhere. Blood was all over the place, on the ceiling, on the tables as well as running down the doors like red rain. I didn't know what to do, I mean would you? As kids we did test runs all the time for disasters, tornados, earthquakes an all that but there never was a "world goes to hell" drill and you know it looked like hell. Men were torn apart, their limbs missing, their insides decorating the pavement. That shit didn't mess me up too much, it was seeing the little girl, her face carved out like a pumpkin with her pigtails still intact, her leg several feet from her body, covered in teeth marks and forcibly removed muscle. I have a daughter and that shit wrecked me. I threw up all over the sidewalk and man was that bad timing. The fuck was I thinking? The world ending and I'm just going to walk outside, where everything is happening. Yeah, I'm a pretty fuckin smart guy. I wiped my face off and looked around for some daddy hammers, you know weapons, because god knows whatever's goin down, I've gotta watch myself. Luckily I found a cop who wasn't needing his pistol. The weird thing was, he really wasn't touched. I mean he was dead, that much was obvious, the hole in his chest where his heart used to be spoke volumes, but I swore I saw him move a little bit, and you know when I buttoned his holster on his pistol, the fucker grabbed me. He had a hole in his fucking chest and he grabbed me! Of course by that time I had his pistol out aand put two in his head, but how the fuck did he move without a heart?
Red Devil chapter 1 part 1
These things always have beginnings. Shit just doesn't magically fucking happen, there's a build up. Whether we know it's there or not is to be decided, but it is most definitely there. And you know, if no one wants to tell this fucking story, what with the apocalypse and all, I bloody will. Shit used to get passed down by word of mouth, why not start it again. When in Rome, fuck a Roman, right?
For me it started while I was in a conference meeting where my boss was telling me pretty much how big of an asshole I am and how I don't do my job very fucking well. Who's the clown now you dead motherfucker. I digress. Anyway, he's yelling and spit is flying everywhere, it felt like he was hiding a fountain in his esophagus, and turns that shit on every time he wanted to speak with personally. Well he's bitching and moaning about some T.I.S. reports I failed to turn (read: didn't give a fuck about) when we both hear this collision. It sounded like something out of a Michael Bay movie, shit is just flying everywhere. People are screaming and sirens and alarms are going off like crazy. Pretty awesome, right? Well, we're both peering out when this guy, some quiet bloke who normally kept to himself and ate ham sandwiches on rye every fucking day, bursts in through the conference door and stares at us with bloody horror in his eyes. He looks at the two of us and screams "People are going mad in the streets! There's violence everywhere!" My first thought, is oh not again. There have been little riots in recent weeks, nothing spectacular, you know, a little violence, a little robbery, usual stuff. It was always weird to me though, because in the videos on the news you could see guys in those big yellow suits, the kind you would see on people handling biological shit, like viruses and what have you. The fuck would they be doing at a riot scene? That and they were spraying down the sidewalks with this weird blue chemical wherever these dark stains were that kind of looked like blood, only much much darker, leaning towards black. I was wondering whether the shit really hit the fan this time when I saw panic guy get tackled by what looked like a gangstered motherfucker, his chains swinging as he took panic guy to the ground. It hadn't registered, but a lot of the screams we were hearing were coming from inside the building as well. I ran to help panic guy, until I realized that G-Unit junior was ripping his fucking throat out with his teeth. It's pretty racist I know, but my first thought was "Oh shit, some rapper's gone and made a new fad." Then I looked around and saw a bunch of people just as fucked up as he was. Some lady in a nice, but bloodstained sun dress was nawing on this guy from accounting's leg while he was crawling to get away. You could see the blood trail from his wound, the bitch didn't seem to give a shit that her meal was moving. Hoping that gangster would stay with his meal, I did what any red blooded american would do: I grabbed a keyboard, crossfaced my boss with it, picked up a monitor, knocked that bitch out so that guy can get the fuck out and went to the stairs.
For me it started while I was in a conference meeting where my boss was telling me pretty much how big of an asshole I am and how I don't do my job very fucking well. Who's the clown now you dead motherfucker. I digress. Anyway, he's yelling and spit is flying everywhere, it felt like he was hiding a fountain in his esophagus, and turns that shit on every time he wanted to speak with personally. Well he's bitching and moaning about some T.I.S. reports I failed to turn (read: didn't give a fuck about) when we both hear this collision. It sounded like something out of a Michael Bay movie, shit is just flying everywhere. People are screaming and sirens and alarms are going off like crazy. Pretty awesome, right? Well, we're both peering out when this guy, some quiet bloke who normally kept to himself and ate ham sandwiches on rye every fucking day, bursts in through the conference door and stares at us with bloody horror in his eyes. He looks at the two of us and screams "People are going mad in the streets! There's violence everywhere!" My first thought, is oh not again. There have been little riots in recent weeks, nothing spectacular, you know, a little violence, a little robbery, usual stuff. It was always weird to me though, because in the videos on the news you could see guys in those big yellow suits, the kind you would see on people handling biological shit, like viruses and what have you. The fuck would they be doing at a riot scene? That and they were spraying down the sidewalks with this weird blue chemical wherever these dark stains were that kind of looked like blood, only much much darker, leaning towards black. I was wondering whether the shit really hit the fan this time when I saw panic guy get tackled by what looked like a gangstered motherfucker, his chains swinging as he took panic guy to the ground. It hadn't registered, but a lot of the screams we were hearing were coming from inside the building as well. I ran to help panic guy, until I realized that G-Unit junior was ripping his fucking throat out with his teeth. It's pretty racist I know, but my first thought was "Oh shit, some rapper's gone and made a new fad." Then I looked around and saw a bunch of people just as fucked up as he was. Some lady in a nice, but bloodstained sun dress was nawing on this guy from accounting's leg while he was crawling to get away. You could see the blood trail from his wound, the bitch didn't seem to give a shit that her meal was moving. Hoping that gangster would stay with his meal, I did what any red blooded american would do: I grabbed a keyboard, crossfaced my boss with it, picked up a monitor, knocked that bitch out so that guy can get the fuck out and went to the stairs.
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