As the fight started within the supermarket again, the peace was disturbed. Only this time, it was slightly different, the last time it was screaming. “I NEED TO FEED MY CHILDREN!”
“WE ALL DO, LADY, YOU ARE NOTHING SPECIAL!”
“WELL, I GOT HERE FIRST!”
Our heroes, or as we know them now, the Expendables went in to solve the conflict. It really was nothing, and the involved parties bashfully apologized and got their supplies. As we know, this fight was different, this time it was fueled. By what you ask? By The Beast of course, who else? This time, as the woman grabbed the roll of toilet paper, the man closest did not scream, rather a punch was thrown. The shot heard around the – Well the supermarket I guess. The woman put up a good fight, finally though, with a foaming mouth and bloody lips, the man put her down like a rabid dog. Our expendable went in to help, and was put down like the “hero” he was. A hero being paid minimum wage was now on the floor bleeding as the man with The Beast inside him kicked his head in. This was the first, but definitely not the last. THIS WAS TWO YEARS AGO.
PRESENT DAY
“No need to panic, The Beast seems to have spared us,” Specimen A commented, it had only been two years since he had last gone onto the internet and seen the ad, BEAST HUNTER NEEDED, of course, he answered the call. Along with Specimen B, C, D, and F, sadly, Specimen E had died shortly after being confronted by The Beast. Specimen A sat down; he hadn’t noticed when he had stood up, after almost two years alone, no- not alone- with 4 other people, 4, 4 more. The cold air and horrific smell came to Specimen A, the white walls blinded him, he wanted a shower, or at least some more water. After being alone with 4 other people for so long, Specimen A was losing track of things. He feared for his life, but he remembered what he was told as he came into the HUNTER program. “You are all heroes, you are making a difference, it is because of you that one day The Beast will be quelled and people will die no more.”
“How long will this take?” Specimen E asked, squinting at the bright white lights as the intercom’s voice flooded the small cube of a room.
“We do not know, but you will be out in at most 1 month” the voice blared.
“One month my ass” muttered Specimen A under his breath, sitting near Specimens B-F (minus E of course), nobody else made a noise as the smell of rotting flesh hit Specimen A once again. Specimen A knew that he was going crazy, but as the cold air hit his exposed skin, he sat assured that The Beast could not kill the rest of the Specimens. Specimen A wiped his face with his bloody shirt as the nauseating smell made Specimen A dry heave. He had not eaten in hours. When the intercom opened again, Specimen A promised that he would save another soul from being taken by The Beast.
“It’s so cold in here that it’s beginning to feel like the dead, ha, rimshot”
It was as if Specimen A’s jokes were falling on deaf – no – dead ears. “Wow, tough crowd” muttered Specimen A bitterly.
PAST
The news tried to explain to the public the problems at hand, but the impotent government could not do it in time, it is all because of the stupidity of a small group of people, they screwed us. They are at fault, they, they, they are the reason for this. This massacre, The Beast, it’s all their fault, but it was too late. Too late, and we pay the price.
“The Beast is just the flu”
“NO, NO IT IS NOT A FLU, IT IS NOT, NO!”
“The Beast is small, very very small, around 70-90 mm in size”
“The Beast will multiply once it’s within you”
“The Beast is not alive, nor dead, it only serves one purpose, to take you over and kill you from the inside”
“Soon, you will be less human, more Beast”
“If you meet people, it is already over, all it takes is breathing near others to transfer”
“The Beast will be within us all unless we avoid contact with people”
“The Beast has no god, it is subject to no laws, stay inside, stay away”
“You must practice sosh ald ist ence ng to survive”
“STAY AWAY! STAY INSIDE! DO YOU WANT TO DIE?”
“THE BEAST IS WITHIN US ALL! THE BEAST KILLED THE CHURCH”
“Ne wy Ork and Ne wj Ors ey fell first, soon after Am Eri Cah fell, I tal hi and others fell soon after”
“Hope is lost, pray to your desolate gods, The Beast IS COMING”
“THE BEAST”
“THE BEAST”
“THE BEAST”
Of course, any of The Tortured will be able to tell you that The Beast went by a different name before. When you go and visit The Tortured, they will tell you endless tales of how sosh ald ist ence ng could have saved them, if only any of The Tortured were still alive. What are you doing? Looking for them? Oh no, their bodies were incinerated as they died, taking their secrets with them. Ha, if only they could have used their so called sosh ald ist ence ng…
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