They came in the night, with arms outstretched like midnight-black ravens gliding gloomily through the night. Because of the time at which they appeared, they were nearly invisible-except for the glowing eyes. They were harsh, like executioners hefting the great ax, swinging down on their unlucky “customers”. When they found you, you perished in a most unfortunate way. Your soul felt as if it was being torn away from you, the sharp claws closed in on your throat, and everything went silent. When you awoke, you were no longer sentient. All you knew is that you had to find others and make them one of you. You had become one of the things. People fought back. Guns blazed, people punched and kicked, and bombs exploded.
I was hiding in the basement of a two-story house whose door was open. There were two others. One went to look outside to check on the outside world. He didn’t come back. The other went mad, and promptly bashed his brains in with a sharp rock. I was alone in the dark. When the police men came through the door and down to rescue me, they said it was over. When I stepped out into the light, it was more frightening than I could possibly imagine.
Bodies lined the streets, their corpses mangled and destroyed. As I watched, one rose up and faced us. One of his ears was missing, and he looked like a pile of garbage. He wore a doctor’s uniform, and held something in his hand. He walked over to me, and said “I have the cure”. The strange thing ran at us, so we fled. Suddenly, he exclaimed “Stop moving! I have to be able to get the needle in!” The last thing I remembered was a thin blade stabbing my wrist, and seeing my own blood gush onto the doctor-like creature. I fell to the ground, now in a pristine white hospital, except for vomit stains all over the ground. The doctor, now a human, said “There we go. That ought to do it”, and withdrew a needle from my wrist. “Thank god it worked,” he said. “I thought I had lost you. For a while now, people have been going insane with some sort of mental illness that shuts down their body and slowly kills them. You must have had it, because you looked awful. Lucky I cured you, eh?”. I nodded. He led me out of the room and into a lobby. He told me to sit down, and relax. As he walked away, the door slowly opened, and in walked a decomposing corpse with red eyes and sharp claws. The doctor came in, smiled at the hideous beast, and walked out. “Another happy patient”, he said to himself, whistling as he walked down the hallway, spinning a needle around on his hand.
Credit To: My awful brain
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