Post by Pollux Oil on May 21, 2008 23:56:15 GMT -5
Night Zero
December 22, 2012
3:30 AM EST
Father Redford starting closing the gates to Last Bastion. Twenty-five survivors had heard his call. They had all come individually, or so it seemed. It saddened Redford that so many families had been broken apart during the events of yesterday. But they had to look forward. Those that were still alive were the last surviving traces of humanity.
He finished the ritual and dusted his hands. The town was now protected from the outside world. This would ensure that while the father slept no unwelcome evil would creep into Last Bastion and destroy the remaining survivors. Redford had no idea what else could possibly lay out there, but it was better safe than sorry. Unfortunately, it would mean that no other survivors would be able to find Last Bastion until the father broke the seal. But the radio message had been going for a little over 7 hours and Redford needed sleep. He would remove the seal in the morning before any of the survivors woke.
Father Redford walked back towards the small one-story house he had chosen for his own abode. Only a few of the houses still stood complete. Many of the survivors had to sleep in half-ruined homes, but half of a roof was better than none. Only a few were scared enough that they wanted to sleep in the same room as somebody else, but nobody had wanted an entire house to themselves. Except for Redford. But Redford had his own reasons for his choice.
He stood on the stoop of his house and was about to enter when he sensed somebody behind him. He turned and saw one of the flock he had accepted into his town standing a few feet away.
"Why hello." The father said with a smile. "Are you having trouble sleeping? I don't blame you, it's not easy understanding what just happened today."
"Oh Father Redford, I know exactly what happened today. It doesn't interfere with my sleeping one bit."
Alarmed, Redford quickly reached for the knife he had tucked into his belt, but his assailant was too fast. He found himself slammed up against the door, his enemy holding him up by his neck.
"Silly father. You didn't think humans would be the only ones to respond to your call, did you?"
Father Redford had no previous interest in finding out what it would feel like to have his intestines forcibly extracted from his body. Unfortunately, it was as painful and horrible as he imagined it would be.
The figure dropped the intestines in the middle of the street with a gooey thwap and wiped their hand off on a nearby cloth banner. They eyed the body of the former priest for a moment, then began to softly whistle as they proceeded back towards their chosen sleeping area.
After a few minutes, making sure his attacker was gone, Father Redford feebly rose to his knees. He barely had the energy to turn the doorknob and fall through the archway. Wheezing, he dragged his bleeding body into the next room that he had deemed his study.
His vision beginning to fade, Redford hoisted himself up to a kneeling position. He had to warn the survivors what they were up against. He had to give them a fighting chance.
With his own blood and his last ounce of strength, Father Redford began to write...
December 22, 2012
3:30 AM EST
Father Redford starting closing the gates to Last Bastion. Twenty-five survivors had heard his call. They had all come individually, or so it seemed. It saddened Redford that so many families had been broken apart during the events of yesterday. But they had to look forward. Those that were still alive were the last surviving traces of humanity.
He finished the ritual and dusted his hands. The town was now protected from the outside world. This would ensure that while the father slept no unwelcome evil would creep into Last Bastion and destroy the remaining survivors. Redford had no idea what else could possibly lay out there, but it was better safe than sorry. Unfortunately, it would mean that no other survivors would be able to find Last Bastion until the father broke the seal. But the radio message had been going for a little over 7 hours and Redford needed sleep. He would remove the seal in the morning before any of the survivors woke.
Father Redford walked back towards the small one-story house he had chosen for his own abode. Only a few of the houses still stood complete. Many of the survivors had to sleep in half-ruined homes, but half of a roof was better than none. Only a few were scared enough that they wanted to sleep in the same room as somebody else, but nobody had wanted an entire house to themselves. Except for Redford. But Redford had his own reasons for his choice.
He stood on the stoop of his house and was about to enter when he sensed somebody behind him. He turned and saw one of the flock he had accepted into his town standing a few feet away.
"Why hello." The father said with a smile. "Are you having trouble sleeping? I don't blame you, it's not easy understanding what just happened today."
"Oh Father Redford, I know exactly what happened today. It doesn't interfere with my sleeping one bit."
Alarmed, Redford quickly reached for the knife he had tucked into his belt, but his assailant was too fast. He found himself slammed up against the door, his enemy holding him up by his neck.
"Silly father. You didn't think humans would be the only ones to respond to your call, did you?"
Father Redford had no previous interest in finding out what it would feel like to have his intestines forcibly extracted from his body. Unfortunately, it was as painful and horrible as he imagined it would be.
The figure dropped the intestines in the middle of the street with a gooey thwap and wiped their hand off on a nearby cloth banner. They eyed the body of the former priest for a moment, then began to softly whistle as they proceeded back towards their chosen sleeping area.
After a few minutes, making sure his attacker was gone, Father Redford feebly rose to his knees. He barely had the energy to turn the doorknob and fall through the archway. Wheezing, he dragged his bleeding body into the next room that he had deemed his study.
His vision beginning to fade, Redford hoisted himself up to a kneeling position. He had to warn the survivors what they were up against. He had to give them a fighting chance.
With his own blood and his last ounce of strength, Father Redford began to write...