Blood Rising: Second Impact
Chapter 1:
The Beginning?
The time was 5:44 pm. The sun was nearly down, the orange beaming skyline sheltered the air. Heating up my meal which I accidentally burnt in the mistake of not being aware of the time I set on the microwave. I open the meal ready to dig in before noticing commotion from the neighbors, I stand up opening the back door. The door opens with a loud SCREECH, “The hell?” I say. I look around to make sure no one is there. I don't see anything but I hear a distant growl. I shake my head and close the back door.
I walk back to the kitchen to brush the eerie feeling off. I take a deep breath. I hear distant screams outside. I grab my kitchen knife off the counter and slowly open my front door. I couldn't understand what this commotion was about. Right before I yell to see if everything is alright I freeze in place as I see deceased bodies all over the ground. Shock filled me in the rush of seconds. I could feel my body start to regurgitate. I fall to the ground and start puking. My body wouldn't allow me to move, not in this state. I pull my head up forcefully before making the only decision I could anticipate.
I stand back up in a rapid swing before I start running down the street with a fearful expression. I see people but they don't look well as they follow a constant theme of having blood-shot eyes. Abiding by these rules I choose my quarry carefully. As I’m running I see another person, a very cautious one. The man has brown hair and is about 5 '11 feet tall, and wearing casual clothes. He was very skinny, with mostly a fraud upper-body build. I run up to him after looking into his eyes. I confirm he isn't like the others, “You’re normal.” He looks back at me and I stop running. “Stand back, before I punch you.” The man demands, despite us having a similar structure.
He alarms me, “Are you normal, you’re not sick right?” he stares down my soul. “I’m human….” I respond in a flashy rush, as my body needs to stop and condition itself after the run I just had.
“Good.” He says with a quick charge. “My name is Zamora.'' He says with a half certain grin. “I'm Joel.” I answer back in a short-winded response.
“Are you alone, or do you have friends with you?” Zamora asks as he starts to run down the street again. As I run beside him I answer, “I’m alone. I lived alone too. For school at least.” I tell him. Zamora nods and keeps darting.
Eventually after a few blocks we stop to catch our breath. Me and Zamora look to our right to see what looks like a bleeding man laying down on the ground. He has dirty blond hair and is about 6 feet tall.
“Hey… do you think he is alive?” Asks Zamora. I get down on my knees and put my hand to his wrist to check his pulse.
“I feel a pulse… he’s still alive.” I tell him as I stand up.”Check his eyes.” Zamora utters. I open his eyes to find a vast ocean of brown. I take a deep breath. “He’s good, now help me pick him up. Maybe he will be useful.” I dictate. I grab the random person's arm and put him onto my back. We hurriedly stroll down the street for a bit before we decide to take a break.
I lay the random down onto the pavement and I sit next to him. “Damnit, what the hell even happened?” I ask Zamora.
Zamora responds with “ I have no idea…maybe a pandemic?” I let out a small chuckle. “You think this is a pandemic?” I say with uncertainty in my voice “Yes..” Zamora hastily answers. I look at him with a bit of fear in my eyes.
“Wait… you’re being serious?” “Why the hell would I lie about a pandemic?” Zamora asks with a straight, serious face. My eyes widen. I stare at him in fear. I quickly stand up.
“We need to find more allies. And quick.” I insist on Zamora as I pick up the random man we carried with us. As me and Zamora scurry down the street while carrying the man, we encounter a duo. One is taller than the other. The lengthy one has black hair and is about 5 ‘11 feet tall. The shorter one has brown hair and is about 5 ‘8 feet tall.
“Hey, are you two friendly?” I ask them.
“Depends.” Calls out the taller of the two. “On what?” Asks Zamora.
“Do you need help, or are you willing to help us?” Asks the taller man.
“We can do both. I mean, we need a little help, and I believe we can help you.” I call out to them.
“Then let’s talk about it.” The tall man says as he points to me. I sigh and place the random man down on the pavement. I hesitantly walk over to the tall man and I reach out my hand to shake his.
The two of us shake hands as he tells me, “By the way, my name is Euji.” States the taller man.
The shorter of the two, shorter than I am, calls out as well, “And my name is Mason.” Mason was more like a gremlin than the rest of them, involving having a snarky attitude.
I proceed “My name is Joel, that man standing is Zamora, and we don't know the unconscious one.” I tell Euji and Mason.
“Well, where do we go?” I ask. “We have no clue.” They both say synchronized.
Credit to the people who helped with this novel:
Kaworu Kodomo
Billy Rainey
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