In The Last Days

Huh-Huh-Huh!! Heavy panting could be clearly heard as a young lad ran through the rubbles of what seemed to be a destroyed and abandoned city. Smoke and ash could be clearly seen tainting the dark and dreary night. For some reason, the moonlight that shone onto the earth was extremely faint, making one vision in the night, seem blurry and obscure. They was a notable mix of temperatures, as major parts surface were freezing cold while some specific parts on the Earth were rather warm, while others were scorching hot. Judging by the scale of devastation and destruction, it was really to easy to deduce that a large scale disaster rampaged through the city. Apparently, it wasn’t only the City but the entire world had been severely destroyed beyond repair. Landscapes and terrains torn apart like toys, immeasurable death’s spanning across the several continents of the world, billions of property rendered useless. These were actually the Last Days. The Lad was seen struggling through the rubble’s of what used to be known as New York City. He wore a tired, weary, yet frightened expression as he continued his flee despite stumbling on a piece of scattered blocks. Judging by his worried expression, it was obvious that he was been chased by someone or something. “Why…Why…. Why?” The Lad stuttered in grief with sorrowful tears running down his eyes. Further stumbling on loose piece of brick, he crashed first onto the charred soil. Slowly he began to have various taunting flashbacks. In the fragments of his previous memories, were two people who obviously couples. They was a banged up, smashed black colored car. Inside the destroyed vehicle were the couples and their physical condition wasn’t pleasant. It was obvious that they had been involved in a very gruesome accident, judging by the fact the multiple iron rods pieced the vehicle, deflating the air bags while impaling the couples. The male had two iron rods passing right through his heart, killing him instantly while his wife, had at least three rods through her abdomen and one through her head, smashing through her skull. Blood, alongside a whitish gooey matter of flesh, splattered around the car and to top it off, the car was currently ablaze. Soon, The Car exploded waking the young Lad from his awful, self induced trance. He shook his head grief, while sulking on the ground, soiling it with it’s saltiness. ! Boom! A giant footstep echoed behind him as He then came to his senses. He had almost forgotten that he was actually on the run. Trying to get back on his feet’s, the lad unlucky slipped, crashing chest first to the ground. This unfortunate mishap allowed whatever that was chasing the lad in the first place to catch up, revealing itself under the weak and dreary moonlight. A quadrupedal beast was brought into the line light thanks to the moon. It stood at least Five feet’s high, about the height of an average car. It’s body was as dark as night with it’s red crimson eyes glowing as bright as stars, inducing fear into anything it saw. It’s head was top with two mighty horns, adding a total of one feet to the beast’s height. It’s Horns resembled that of mountain goat, the difference was just the height and texture. It’s overall face was completely unreal, ravenous and disturbing. In it’s mouth were two dashing rows of razor sharp teeth which showed a hint of blood, obviously from it’s previous meal. The beast’s snake like tail had multiple protuding quills and attached to them were several internal organs and blood splatter. ! Whoosh! Whoosh! It wiped it’s tail, trying to rid it self of the filthy fleshy boys that clung to it’s sharp quills. Releasing a taunting and frightening roar, the Lad hurriedly leaped off the ground, resuming his cowardly run through the rumbles. Tears ran down his eyes as he desperately ran away from the beast. Taking slow but mighty strides, it eventually caught up the young Lad. Feeling that death is really close, the Lad collapsed in exhaustion, rolling and ramming into a nearby wall which seemed to also be a dead end. “No…… Please… Please……..I don’t want to die!” He earnestly cried with tearing and sweat rolling down his eyes and face. His body began to shiver uncontrollably as goosebumps rapidly appeared on it. His incessant plea only annoyed the beast, causing it to glare wickedly at the weak human I front of it. Slowly it opened it’s huge mouth, revealing his massive two rows of Razor sharp teeth’s. Drool as well as a crimson liquid, oozed out of the beast’s mouth, further frightening the young lad. “f**k!” He cursed in frustration “s**t……Shit….Shit!” He thought, smacking his fists on the charred ground. Unable to control his emotions, as well as his tear gland, an overflow his salty water ran down his eyes. He soon noticed a steel pipe lying few meters away from him. Not wanting to relent, he desperately crawled towards the pipe, rolling in dust and powdered charcoal, obviously messed up his clothes. Before his hands could touch the pipes, the beast mighty footstep adversely caused the pipe to further roll away, living the Lad rather perplexed. “No…No…No…… Damnit!” He exclaimed in frustration, fear and anguish. Smacking his fist continuously on the ground, it soon incurred multiple cuts, causing him to slightly bleed from his knuckles. In no time, he moved his eyes upwards and was greeted by the horrific sight of the demonic creature that chased him, Crimson blood dripped from it’s mouth onto his face, increasing his level of fear, paralyzing him in place. He was finally unable to do anything but stare and quiver, anticipating how gruesome his death was going to be. “Things weren’t always like this” Earlier [8:30 AM] New York City, In a Classic Detached house which had a red colored roof with solid brick walls, which stood at least 16 to 17 feet’s high, a young teenage Lad was seen laying idly on his bed, still engrossed in dream. Judging by his facial look, it was as easy deduce he perhaps around the age of Seventeen or eighteen. “Finney…. Finney Wake up!” A Female voice boomed into his room, alerting the lazy lad. Annoyed by the fact that he was interrupted from his peaceful sleep, he sighed slowly opening his eyes, “Mom…. It’s a Saturday…Why can’t I sleep in” He then said, taking long intervals between his sentence as he yawned. “Finney…. Wake up already… Quit being so lazy” The Female voice continued to echo as a dazzling young woman suddenly opened the door. She currently had cut smile engraved on her face. “I’m up… I’m up, you can stop yelling” He waved at his cheery Mom. “Alright, come downstairs when you’re ready!” she remarked, promptly taking her leave. “Alright!” He answered, smacking his face slightly. He had a light brown, short and spiky hair which was in conjunction with his slender, light brown eyes, alongside his fair white skin. His face was perfectly symmetrical as one could neither say he was technically ugly nor could be said as moderately handsome. His body physique wasn’t really bad, all he needed was a month of vigorous exercise. Practically, one could say he was actual copy of his Mom as they possessed a lot of matching similarities. The Lad was obviously the same guy who got attacked by the beast, later on. His name , Finn Ian Baker. He currently didn’t have a shirt on, revealing this bare body which was lacking muscles. He immediately wore a black tang top which was laying idly on the floor and without any further hesitation, he promptly left his room, heading towards the Living room. Step by step, he climbed down the twenty-five step staircase, leaping over one step each while taking huge strides. In less than a minute, he had finally made it down the stairs, heading straight to the dinning, which could already be seen by the left side of the stairs. Right in the dinning, one could see Man and woman, sitting directly opposite each other, with a relatively empty sit which appeared to be directly in between them. The Woman was non other than Finn’s mother who came to his room, few minutes ago, Her name , Mrs. Bridgette Baker. The Man sitting directly opposite her, was Finn’s step father, Mr. Charles Baker. Right in front them was a platter of ravaging and appetizing food which include; a pile of golden brown pancakes, bathed in warm golden maple syrup, dashed with whipped cream, by it’s side was eye catching pile of well cooked Bacon and omelet. Apart from this, they was a wide range of food for the to choose from. Immediately Finn stepped into dinning room, his nose was bombarded with a variety of delicious smells, throwing his brain into a dire conflict of what to eat. Strengthen his resolve, he came up with a brilliant idea, which was to eat everything he saw on the table. Wearing a stoic facial expression, He coldly greeted his step dad, then his mom and finally fixating his utmost attention on the platter of delicacies. This frantic display of passion toward food didn’t go unnoticed by Mrs. Bridgette, as she did nothing but sigh, obviously worried about an issue. It’s actually been two years since Finn’s original father died and a year since remarried, however, Finn was yet to accept the existence of his Step dad, causing a huge rift between the two. With gaze and attention long set on the Bacon, he promptly grabbed a fork which was set accurately on the table. Using it like a weapon, he brutally stabbed a piece of Bacon, stuffing his face instantly. Piece after piece, Slice after slice, he ate like a savage beast, not minding his parents. Apart from Finn, the Others were having some issue eating, signifying a sense of nervousness and anxiousness, thus, feeling the entire room with an awkward sense of tension. This was nothing new to Baker residence, as they had struggled with this problem for a whole year. After a while, Charles took in a deep breath and promptly exhaled, summoning decent amount of courage to break the awkward silence that dawned on the Dinning room. “ Hey Finn… I hope you’re excited for today” Charles awkwardly stuttered, frantically staring at his wife, who kept nudging him. “Hmph…. What’s going on today” The Rude Lad bluntly inquired, fixating his entire attention on his breakfast. Hearing his rude reply, Charles almost gave up on the topic, trying to deal with his awkward demeanor. However, right before he could quit, his gaze was immediately stolen by his wife, who silently cheered him on, this, rejuvenating his confidence. “Heh-Heh, seems like you’ve forgotten… Last week, we decided that today will be our family outing” Charles chuckled lightly. Noting what his Step Dad meant, he promptly grunted, replying the shy, middle aged man. “We decided we’ll be visiting the Dexter’s Amusement park… I hope you’re excited” Charles slowly said ,tried to incite and rile up his step son. Alas, his dire efforts were vain, as Finn replied with a rude grunt. Obviously annoyed by her son’s vulgar and rude attitude, Bridgette secretly kicked him, nudging him to display a little more enthusiasm. “Yeah” He further added. Judging by the demeanor he displayed, one could tell that Charles was a shy and calm man, who had issues relating with other people, causing him to seldom express his thoughts. After awhile, breakfast was finally over and immediately he took the dirty dishes to the kitchen, Finn instantly took his leave, heading back to his room. Watching him leave, Charles couldn’t help but sigh, as he felt a huge chunk of stress was gradually been alleviated. He shifted his attention back to his cheery wife, greeting her with a warm smile. “That went well… I guess” Charles “You did great.. Don’t worry about him, after the fun he’s gonna have today…. You two will be bonding in no time” Hearing her honest comment, he promptly sighed, wearing a brightened expression, readying himself for the day.. “Alright.. Let’s do this” He said, with a hearty chuckle.