Death And Damnation
INTRODUCTION
This could have been a fairy tale. But there are no fairies, only corpses.
I felt it crucial to start my story with that warning. All of you who are light hearted or believe in the innocence of man, take heed! Read no further. If you have maintained your innocence and naivety this long, enjoy it. Put this book down and live out your remaining years of happiness, in your fortress of innocence, and wait until reality knocks you down. But it will eventually. You just have to learn to pull yourself back up.
But enough preaching. I did not come here to do that. I just want to say: beware! This is not a story where the hero chops off the monsters head, marries the princess, and then skips off happily towards the sunset. Real life isn’t that neat. So stop reading if you think it is going to end that way. For it is not.
However, for those of you that have met your darker side and embraced it, this is for you. If you want a tale to satisfy your bloodlust, you have found it! This is a tale of bloodshed and treachery, of survival and corpses. Of death. Of monstrosity.
This is a tale of a man, a brave warrior, who fought in humanity’s most bloody war. A man who was willing to do anything for what he believed in, even kill. This is the most bloody, yet most twisted and wickedly warped story you may ever come across. May. Nothing in life is certain. This man had to learn that the hard way. I had to learn that the hard way. Yes, this is my story.
If you have come this far, I guess there’s nothing I can say to stop you. From here, you will be pulled into the story. This is your last chance to stop.
If you’re still reading, you have earned my respect. It’s not much, but it’s all I can offer you.
Well then, it’s about time we get started! I must be honest. The story didn’t start with me. It started a long time ago. Well, long for me.
It went something like this:
2090
March 29th. The world’s last normal day. Or rather, the world’s last day. It all started in a small village. At exactly 11:45 am a man crawled into the village. He was a covered in dirt and naked except for a piece of cloth wrapped around his waist. He passed out halfway into the village. The villagers were a kindly lot and since he was covered in scars and cuts, the hospital took him in, figuring nothing bad could come out of it.
They were wrong.
The man woke up after a couple of hours, but was quite violent, roaring and waving his arms around every couple of minutes. After he had clubbed a couple of doctors, they put him in a straitjacket. He continued roaring but his words were undecipherable as he spoke a different language than that of the villagers. But he stayed bound by the jacket throughout the day until 12:00 pm.
He had been sleeping for an hour. He woke up all of a sudden. The whole hospital was shaken by an ear shattering roar. The nurses and doctors rushed to the room of the stranger. He was in his bed roaring furiously. But he was different. Hair covered every inch of his body.
A doctor, smarter or braver than the rest, rushed and filled a syringe with a drug that would make him sleep. He ran over to the man and prepared to inject it. As soon as he picked his spot, he thrust the syringe forward. It should have struck true, except the impossible happened.
The man’s arm tore through the material of the straight jacket, and gripped the doctor’s arm, stopping his thrust. As the doctor stared in disbelief, the man grinned widely at him, teeth growing into fangs, and squeezed the doctor’s arm. The bones in the doctors’ arm broke and he cried out in agony. But his sorrows were short-lived. The man jerked and freed his other arm of the jacket. He tugged at the doctor’s arm, and it tore off at the shoulder. The doctor screamed, in real agony now. The man leapt at the doctor and knocked him down. He clamped his teeth around the doctor’s throat. The doctor screamed, once. Then the man’s jaws clamped down and the doctor was dead.
As the man, now more creature than human, started to chow down on the doctor’s spasming corpse, one of the guards ran into the room. Staring at the horrible scene, he froze. But then his training kicked in and he did what he was paid to do. He aimed at the beast and shot.
The beast should have died instantly, as the bullet had hit his wretched excuse for a heart. However, he was unaffected. The nurses watched in horror as the creature turned, snarling, blood dripping out of the hole in his chest. He roared and leapt at the nurses. One of them, luckier than the others, was crushed underneath the creatures weight. The others suffered a far worse fate.
The creature attacked savagely. Just one swipe of its claws could tear up your face; just one clamp of its jaws could end your life. The surviving nurses fled.
Outside, they discovered the situation was worse. While there was only one monster inside, there were several outside. There were  man like creatures who could fly people who floated several feet off the ground, vile creatures with mouths set all over their bodies……
Almost nobody survived that first night. The creatures retreated in the morning. The survivors holed up underground, living on nothing but the flesh of rodents, and drinking only their blood. They only came out during the day, and made it their priority to find out as much as they could about their otherworldly tormentors.
Twenty Years Later
Humans know more about these creatures than they did all those years ago. They have given them a name: the dark. Warfare is rife as both sides. However, no-one is convinced that humans can actually win this war. When it’s all given to you plainly, it’s simple:
Live forever as one of the dark, or go down fighting as a human.
Damnation…..or death.