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Hello fellow story writers. Ive written this story 2 months ago and decided to share it.
“No Mans” Land
Part I
The sunset casted an eerie shadow over the wasteland, known as “No mans” land by Gordon and his friends. But Gordon had recently lost contact with his friends by a surprise attack, forcing him to split up and take the only route for survival...”No mans land.”
“Clunkkk”. Gordon slammed hard against and old battered car that lay rotting in the now fading sunlight. Holding his shotgun in his left hand and holding his badly gashed leg with his right, he stumbled for an abandoned research facility. "This place will have to do", he thought to himself as he braced up on another old object catching his breath. He looked back behind to see if he was be followed, nothing. With sweat pumping down his cheeks and feeling himself get tired, Gordon pushed on...
Finally finding himself at the back entrance of the warehouse, he leaned up against the door to catch his bearings before entering. Taking a last look behind, he couldn't understand why his colleges would call this “No mans” land. The sun rapidly began to fade out of view as if it were afraid. “This is it", he readied himself. "Either I sleep out here for the night, or take my chances inside..." Slowly grabbing and turning the door knob, he pulled very…very… slowly...
Inside was poorly lit, slowly closing the door behind him, his eyes took awhile to adjust to the dimly lit interior. The only light available to him were protruding through the broken skylights and cracks up above. Soon that began to dim to pitch blackness before the sun left its friendly essence. Gordon got a good look before he was blanked in darkness. Rows and rows of vat containment storage capsules lined the floor endlessly. Some were crushed by the above catwalks, others lay knocked back. What ever was housed or preserved inside was either long dead, or had escaped. Dirty glass littered the floor, and off to the corners of the warehouse were various outdated equipment. Most looked undisturbed, while some seemed to be broken and ripped apart by some superhuman beast. Up above he noticed catwalks stretching as far the eye can see. Some parts were missing here and there. Soon the light was snuffed out and Gordon found himself in a now dark unnatural place...
Feeling for the wall, he quietly leaned up against it and slowly lowered himself down till his bottom hit the ground. With his badly injured leg sticking out, he felt for the handkerchief and tightened the wound up. Holding the pain inside, he clutched his shotgun and rested it on his lap. Soon he heard them, nocturnal creatures from outside began to awaken. Gordon was luckily this time…Or was he? Titling his head back against the wall, he began to sleep...
Not longer than 5 minutes before he dosed out, Gordon was awakened by a loud sound off into the distance. “Crangg, crangg, crangg, crangg!!....The catwalks up above rattled and echoed out, as some pieces fell to the ground nearby with a large “Clankk” and “Bank”. Bitts of pieces of metal flew off and hit various objects. Silence fell and Gordon peered out into the darkness clutching his shotgun ever so tightly. The moon began to shine through the broken skylight and various cracks, allowing him to see a little. Sweat began to tickle his hands as he further tightened his grip around his weapon. Nothing....
Five minutes passed as nothing happened. Letting down his guard slightly, he began to calm down when....”SCRREEEEEECKKKKKKKKK!!!” Gordon felt a cold air rush by his face as bits of tiny metal embedded themselves in his flesh. In a flash he dove to one side, aimed and fired “BOOOOM! CHIK CHIK”. The empty shotgun shell fell to the ground with a hollow “thunk” as Gordon switched on his gun-mounted light. He missed; he saw the moon light glow dimly glittering through the tiny holes his shotgun made and the large gash in the metal. What ever had tried to take his head off had missed and was now gone. With instinct he swung the barrel of his gun around to get a better view of the area. Before he could get a full swing, he heard something quick and swift run to the left of him. Immediately he felt a hard hairy object knock him flying against the wall. The rusted walls were no match for Gordon’s weight. He fell out of the facility and outside onto the cold dirt. Luckily the metal was rusted and broke his speed. Gordon then slowly lifted his face out of the dirt and coughed up slight blood. "Son of a..", Gordon managed to get out as he felt wet hot breath breathing down his neck. He managed to turn around and stared into the face of a 8 foot tall mutated werewolf. Suddenly its eyes glowed red as it tilted back its head and howled...
“No Mans” Land
Part I
The sunset casted an eerie shadow over the wasteland, known as “No mans” land by Gordon and his friends. But Gordon had recently lost contact with his friends by a surprise attack, forcing him to split up and take the only route for survival...”No mans land.”
“Clunkkk”. Gordon slammed hard against and old battered car that lay rotting in the now fading sunlight. Holding his shotgun in his left hand and holding his badly gashed leg with his right, he stumbled for an abandoned research facility. "This place will have to do", he thought to himself as he braced up on another old object catching his breath. He looked back behind to see if he was be followed, nothing. With sweat pumping down his cheeks and feeling himself get tired, Gordon pushed on...
Finally finding himself at the back entrance of the warehouse, he leaned up against the door to catch his bearings before entering. Taking a last look behind, he couldn't understand why his colleges would call this “No mans” land. The sun rapidly began to fade out of view as if it were afraid. “This is it", he readied himself. "Either I sleep out here for the night, or take my chances inside..." Slowly grabbing and turning the door knob, he pulled very…very… slowly...
Inside was poorly lit, slowly closing the door behind him, his eyes took awhile to adjust to the dimly lit interior. The only light available to him were protruding through the broken skylights and cracks up above. Soon that began to dim to pitch blackness before the sun left its friendly essence. Gordon got a good look before he was blanked in darkness. Rows and rows of vat containment storage capsules lined the floor endlessly. Some were crushed by the above catwalks, others lay knocked back. What ever was housed or preserved inside was either long dead, or had escaped. Dirty glass littered the floor, and off to the corners of the warehouse were various outdated equipment. Most looked undisturbed, while some seemed to be broken and ripped apart by some superhuman beast. Up above he noticed catwalks stretching as far the eye can see. Some parts were missing here and there. Soon the light was snuffed out and Gordon found himself in a now dark unnatural place...
Feeling for the wall, he quietly leaned up against it and slowly lowered himself down till his bottom hit the ground. With his badly injured leg sticking out, he felt for the handkerchief and tightened the wound up. Holding the pain inside, he clutched his shotgun and rested it on his lap. Soon he heard them, nocturnal creatures from outside began to awaken. Gordon was luckily this time…Or was he? Titling his head back against the wall, he began to sleep...
Not longer than 5 minutes before he dosed out, Gordon was awakened by a loud sound off into the distance. “Crangg, crangg, crangg, crangg!!....The catwalks up above rattled and echoed out, as some pieces fell to the ground nearby with a large “Clankk” and “Bank”. Bitts of pieces of metal flew off and hit various objects. Silence fell and Gordon peered out into the darkness clutching his shotgun ever so tightly. The moon began to shine through the broken skylight and various cracks, allowing him to see a little. Sweat began to tickle his hands as he further tightened his grip around his weapon. Nothing....
Five minutes passed as nothing happened. Letting down his guard slightly, he began to calm down when....”SCRREEEEEECKKKKKKKKK!!!” Gordon felt a cold air rush by his face as bits of tiny metal embedded themselves in his flesh. In a flash he dove to one side, aimed and fired “BOOOOM! CHIK CHIK”. The empty shotgun shell fell to the ground with a hollow “thunk” as Gordon switched on his gun-mounted light. He missed; he saw the moon light glow dimly glittering through the tiny holes his shotgun made and the large gash in the metal. What ever had tried to take his head off had missed and was now gone. With instinct he swung the barrel of his gun around to get a better view of the area. Before he could get a full swing, he heard something quick and swift run to the left of him. Immediately he felt a hard hairy object knock him flying against the wall. The rusted walls were no match for Gordon’s weight. He fell out of the facility and outside onto the cold dirt. Luckily the metal was rusted and broke his speed. Gordon then slowly lifted his face out of the dirt and coughed up slight blood. "Son of a..", Gordon managed to get out as he felt wet hot breath breathing down his neck. He managed to turn around and stared into the face of a 8 foot tall mutated werewolf. Suddenly its eyes glowed red as it tilted back its head and howled...