A Tail Tale

A Tail Tale

They say conflict drives people away, and prejudices are made to splinter us. What happens to a society that has long lived united against struggles of revolutionary war, civil war, world wars, depressions, and terrorism when disease strikes. When the very places we gather in become quarantine zones, or our graves? When one day your neighbor could be fine, friendly, and happy, but then become ravenous, becoming something else. When society is struck by two similar plagues that either turns you into a "freak" or a dangerous feral like creature that loses all intelligence and humanity. While both types look exactly the same, society divides itself to defend, or attack against this threat.

published on February 2741 reads 15 readers 14 not completed
Chapter 1.
First Contact, the Cabin

First Contact, the Cabin

Chapter 01:

        A thin fog falls on a thick deciduous forest near dusk. The sun sinks ever quicker below the horizon as each minute passes. A small clearing sits still and calm. Within the clearing lies a silent, rectangular log cabin. A small, one car wide grey gravel path leads to one of longest sides where a door way sits. The half opened door sits illuminated by a small fluorescent lamp hanging from the roof over hang. A window sits parallel to the door on the other side of the house. It is only allowing a dim glow to exit the household. Looking through the window, there is a presentation of a struggle of great proportions. Directly in front of the window lies a pitch black room that has the constant sound of still water. There is an entrance leading into a dimly lit living room. In the farthest corner to the window lies a flat screen T.V. that had been knocked on it's back as it projects static into the room silently. Two padded rocking chairs lay sideways on the ground, as if knocked over quickly. Small pools of blood lay undisturbed leading from the front door inward.  Nine millimeter shell casings lie strewn across the ground in small piles.

    Looking towards the door way near the left of the living room now stands an older, smaller in frame teenager. He stands stunned, horrified at the sight of the cabin. He begins to speak
"M-Mom?! DAD?!"
There is an unsettling silence within the cabin, as if nothing had happened. Starting to walk in, he moves slowly, as to not make a noise. Like a hunting fox he crept into the living room. He stands still again, staring towards the ground, and pulling out a flashlight from his belt. A hand lies on the ground clenching a Nine millimeter silver Beretta. The weapon is left jammed with an empty shell casing stuck in the slider, and the laser built into the muzzle still on. He crouched down to take a closer look. The hand was still attached to an amputated arm, which was cut at the middle part of the forearm. "What happened here?" He asked as he started to take the pistol out of the palm of the hand.
As the hand is placed back down, it's noticed that a watch is still on the man's arm.
"That's Dad's...." he says as he slowly takes the watch as well.
As he stuffs the watch into his leather jackets inner packet, something happens. A loud crash, similar to glass breaking is heard coming from the kitchen.

     Walking over quickly, he only sees a small glimpse of a large character vaulting out of the window. The kitchen smells heavily of metal, more so to the smell of blood. Turning on the light in the kitchen, it is revealed the entire kitchen is flooded in a pool of blood. It's up to his ankle, and chunks of raw meat float near a singular body.
"Gross....I better check this out though...."  he said as he starts for the body.
The body itself is torn apart from the waist up, allowing no identification of the person possible, though the lower portion of the body was nearly unscathed. The only part that was ripped apart was the right leg, which looked as If it were torn apart during a struggle. Now at the body, he looks through the pockets of the victim.
"Let's see here......this wallet is soaked, everything would...but the wallet is virtually useless.. a couple 9 mm mags....a knife.....and that's it..." He said as he placed held them in his hands.
Returning to the dry living room, he organizes his inventory, prepares a backpack, and dries the wet items he had collected. A noise... looking over his shoulder, he sees that the doorway is now near pitch black, the light was gone, and only the light from the moon shed any information.


    A dark, small figure was made out. It's body is too far in the
darkness, but the head was shaped like a wolf. Looking back at his hands, he un-jammed the pistol, then loaded it with a new fifteen round magazine. Finally done, he moves to look towards the door way aiming the weapon, and the figure  was gone.
"Wah-What? Where'd it go?" He said as he moved closer towards the door.
Looking out the door way now, the animal, thing was gone for now. Though with the threat seemingly gone, he picked up his backpack, and started to gather all perishable items from the kitchen. After about ten minutes of searching, he comes back to the living room with two cans of soda, two cans of mushroom soup, a can of tomato paste, three bottles of purified water, and a can of potato soup. Looking around the living room, he collected the shell casings, and prepared to depart down the gravel path. Looking out the back window one last time, a large figure can be seen running away from the cabin in a sprint, with what seems to be a large backpack on it's back.
"Better leave now before anything comes back..." he says quietly to himself.
Leaving the Cabin now, he looks back and says to himself
"I'll find out what happened eventually...once this wallet is dry, maybe I can find out for sure who died in there..."
He looks towards the grey path, and starts walking in the dark blanket of the night, through the thin fog.
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Dawnstar
This is great!
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tylnapp
How so?
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Dawnstar
Vocabulary, the use of words, the idea of the story, things like that.
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Lucky_Queen
AWESOME
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tylnapp
I'm confused....what's awesome?
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Lucky_Queen
Yay! And okie.
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tylnapp
Thanks
I have another story in the works currently, and I can PM you a link if you want a sneak peak into it.
I haven't abandoned this story, and thanks to you, NekoMusicLover, Calista_Soul_Fairy, I'll be continuing this story every now and then.
I updated it a little bit this morning, but I've mostly been working on the new story today.
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Lucky_Queen
This is seriously awesome! I'm not kidding, it's one of the best things on this site.
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tylnapp
Write well?
....I wouldn't say this is any good...
Thanks though..
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Lucky_Queen
THIS STORY
DUH
I didn't know that you could write this well!!
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tylnapp
If anyone has any ideas, OCs (sorry if that's a bit early to be talking about those), criticism, or suggestions, feel free to speak your mind.
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Straight_Outta_Snuggie
I like it so far ^^
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tylnapp
Thanks!
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Straight_Outta_Snuggie
No problem
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