Creatures of the Night

[foxthefox]

I can't believe this is happening

Darian moved slowly through the streets. Everything was silent, anything alive or dead was as quiet as a mouse hiding from a cat. Darian had his fur coat tied around his waist, his black shirt was ripped.

"This is just great, what the hell does it take to turn people into whatever the hell happened to these people!" Darian angrily said to himself.

He had put a gun to his father's head and pulled the trigger. He felt sick, just thinking about what happened put a knot in his gut.

"No, stop thinking about it. I had to do it, he was going to kill me." Darian said, trying to talk himself out of his saddened mood.

He turned the corner onto the next street, seeing a building he long forgot about. The university. He had forgot that it was so close, he was planning to attend school there next year.

"I guess this is the safest I'll be for now." Darian said as he walked up to the doors of the University.

He held his handgun, which hasn't left his hands since he left his house at his side. He leaned against the side of the university doors, turning the handle and pulling them open. He slowly walked in, aiming the pistol straight ahead so he could take pot shots at anything that moved.

"Anybody here?" he whistled, not expecting an answer.

[Victor Haze]

Victor hadn't been in the University for long. He had blocked the windows of one of the classrooms closest to the exit of the building. He wanted out if things went south for him. His arms burned from exertion. He had been swinging his bloodied axe for what seemed like all night when it had only been the past hour.

He sighed in agitation. The zombies, at least that's what these people seemed to be now. Were EVERYWHERE! They were like cockroaches, only deadly. "Man and most of the ones I hacked up were my neighbors...at least they're easy to tell apart. If the moan and groan instead of saying don't kill me hack away..." He grunted and gave a hollow laugh.

His leather coat had drying blood and gore caked on it along with his gloves and axe. "I should go home and get one of my friggin spears...but to do that I'd have to hack at more zombies. And what am I going to do with a spear? Poke their heads?" He muttered to himself as he peered out the classroom door.

When he heard a door open he cursed silently before slowly starting to step out. When he saw a young boy he blinked, he was holding a gun. "Boy! Over here!" He whispered loudly while waving his hands and arms above his head like and idiot. That should get the kids attention and make it easy to see that he's not a zombie.