Ive been working on a small story for the past couple days.i have the Preface and the first chapters couple paragraphs already down on paper, so i was wondering what you guys felt about it. Give me your comments!
Preface
I stared into the eyes of the decaying corpse that stood in front of me. It was the only thing i could do. My brain told me to run, but my legs stayed put. The corpse smelled of rotting flesh and fresh blood. The smell was overwhelming, that i had to lift my hand to cover my nose. But i stopped. The corpse mimicked the same action. I looked at my hand. It was missing the thumb, and the flesh was ripped in pieces, and a fly crawled around in the hole where my thumb was supposed to be. I then let out a yell.
"NO!"
The corpse was me.
Chapter One: Blank Page
A little plastic card dispensed out of a black machine. i took the card that had my name, age, date of birth and other non important things to me. I smiled at my own dorky smile. I then looked back at the woman who just printed it back out.
"Welcome back to the United States Markus. Welcome home. Now i have some other things i need to explain to you, since you are not old enough to be out on your own in the city...."
The lady went on about staying with one of the military officers in the city due to my age, and she handed my a apartment access key,and let me go on my merry way.
The USA was once a battle ground for disease. People died everyday, and the government was evacuating everyone to London. The disease, to my knowledge, was unlike anything the human population has ever seen. After it killed someone, it took over your body,and controlled you... like a puppet. Thats what happened to my parents. I had to defend myself from them when i got home from school one day. They attacked me, and i killed them... I still remember that day.
So since they let people back in i guess it is safe.
I stared out of the apartment window.People seemed everywhere.
"So, i guess your my new roommate. Nice to meet you, im Andrew." The man said.I didnt even hear him come in the home.
"Markus." Was all i could say. He smiled at me,and dropped his bag.
"So, how old are you?17?"
"15."
"Ah...i remember those days. seems like it was only yesterday."
"Bet it was longer than yesterday."
"Pardon?"
"Nothing."I muttered.I liked Andrew, to my surprise. He was cool the rest of the day. He let me do whatever i wanted.
And thats all i have so far. Comment!
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