My first ever writing its not finished but,..enjoy.I write horrible so bare with me
you can understand it.
"When you think of the end of the world....is it peaceful is it painless is it a never ending bliss that has befallen on your soul."
I guess it would be if you where one of those lucky few that was forgiven for their sins.
Beeep...you have one new message...Tom,..Tom! I know your their pick up the phone no one has heard from you in 3 months.look i know how hard it was for you it wasnt your fault i mean cmon man...You have got to come into work im sorry tom but if you dont i have got to let you go!.....hhhh.alright im going to stop by after i get done with my shift.Atleast open your door ok,bye tom.
Silence falls in the small 2 bedroom apartment,as a ever louder click of the clock is the only sound to be heard.light shines through the windows that line the small white room,..a room that has been a mental prison for a deeply depressed and unforgiving man.Tom was a average factory worker that spent his day in a rithmatic cycle of working in a factory outside of seattle washington
,He had but only one thing that brought joy to his quiet and repetative life his wife Joyce and his son Shane.But all of that was gone now...now he washes down his problems his pains and his evils with the same thing that caused all of it in the first place.The clock hits 9:00am the empty bottle lying next to this once happy man begin to cling as he pushes himself on his feet.his pale white skin almost blends in with the vibrent light that gleams through the windows,His short black hair is about the most colourful thing in sight.His back ached for lack of comfort,comfort that could easily be obtained through one of the two beds that reside in the apartment,beds that once gave comfort to his wife and son beds that he did not deserve to sleep in.The tall shady man desperatly searches for medication that ease his pain,that eases his mind,that stops the hallucinations for only hours on end.Empty plasic bottle are tossed randomly into the room as he starts to shout!"Cmon cmon...where are they i know i had some left oh god cmon!!!!"Suddenly his hand fly to his face as hiss body collapses,back to the cabinant he begins to wimper."God damnit!!!!i know i had some I know I did!.."He then jumps to his feet and throws the nearest object at the window causing a small crack to form.
Darkness falls,Only the sound of rain and machine can be heard the stench of alchohal bursts into the air crying and yelling begin,Followed by a ear peircing sound of twisted steel and glass.
his mouth feels with warm mattalic tasting liquid he puts his finger in his mouth only to reveal scarlet fingers.
Tom!!open the door its me steve.startled sweating and out of breath tom rises to his unstable feet,he staggers to the door while looking at the clock hours have passed when it only felt like seconds.His eye eases to the lock on the door and his trembling hand turns the nob to reveal a 30 year old man his hands in his pockets and a dissapointed expression on his face."May i come in?,"Sure tom grunts,as long as you brougt food and pills.."damnit tom!Why are you doing this to yourself i mean look around you wont even go into the bedroom to sleep,your not eating and you depend almost entirely on pills."..Shots work too.."Shut up tom!..Im just trying to help,thats why i made reservations for a cruise it leave for newport oregon in two hours...mabey you could meet somebody or even go to church."Shut up! shut up get out of my house!..."Listen to me mabey church is what you need i mean atleast you will get out of the house..it will do you good." If i go will you leave me alone and never even talk to me again."I will do what ever it takes to help you,we have know each other almost all of our lives and if you never want to even speak again so be it..take this.It has 300$ and the tickets in it." Thank you but not even a so called god can help me..much less you now please leave. "Alright tom i wish you luck if you decide you need help or are willing to help yourself call me ok."
ok.....
7:00pm Seattle port
A dark ambiaunce lingers in the air bells ring in the distance,suck a large ship for so few people.Stepping on his ciggarette he then begins to ascend up the ramp to the cruise ships deck.After handing
his ticket to the ticketman he scans the deck for other people only to find but a hand full,mostly crew.Walking on his way to his room he pauses to realise the heat it was much to hot for seattle,but it only phased him from his main task of finding his room.
Once in his room he readyed for bed caring nothing for the cruise as he lay awake in bed the room clouds into Deep sleep.Tom i love you so much a young womens voice calls to him,Dad look at this isnt it cool his son says motioning to a picture cruedly drawn,Tom begins to shed tears of joy in his sleep,tears that soon turn to malice towardhimself and to god why couldnt he have died instead of his family why must he escape unscathed when his wife was unreckognisable.Such anger and hate filled his dreams all toward the all mighty.The pain increased until he was forced to wake,sweat poured from his body out of breath and frantic for medication he scrable outside,..it must have been early in the mourning as the sun was rising it cast a blood red light on the ocean he could make out a small dock in the distance.He then began walking to the front of the ship a earry silence fell on the 100*f deck.The heat was getting worse and he was thirsty he noticed the pool on deck as dried up,he also relized he hadnt seen anyone.While standing on the front of the ship he relized it wasnt slowing down into port looking cautiously at the captains deck he noticed no one their..He then ran as fast as he could to the command room he swung the door open to reveal,the captain and his crew laying peacfully on the floor shaking them frantically even hitting them he realized they were dead no sighn of struggle,it was as if the just fell to the ground lifeless.his bare back began to burn noticing a powerful light as bright as the sun in the distance...to the east.
Shielding his eyes at the magnificant light,awed by its beuty he barley realized the dessolate town connected to the once standing port.He decided to travel
town to find something to wet his cracking lips as he was making his way down the deck he realized,..no people,no people to see what the horrble rakket of the wreck
ship was.Not one soul greeted him at the unreachable shore,he would either half to rig a makeshift bridge or cool off in a dive to the water.Tom then began to
prepare for the plunge,then he jumped...the water was not much cooler than the deck but he did realize something.He could see were the water line on the wooden dock posts
used to be.The water was drying up,but this weighed little on his mind compared to the fact that he had not seen one living person.
Moments after he crawled ashore he scanned the horizon for people,only to find none the town was small,it could have had no more than 500 people in it
Still clenching his towel he walked up mainstreet looking in the windows of buildings for anything from people to food to clothes.It must have been early in the moring because
most of the stores had closed sighns in them,he then looked at his watch to find that he left it onboard the ship along with his clothes.Peering into the foggy window of a open barber shop revealed four
lifeless men all in perfect condition,horrified but determind he walked in and opened the old fashion soda machine,While enjoying the bliss of the cold drink running through his throat he stares
outside.Before leaving the store he takes the remaining 5 sodas and a button up shirt hanging on a coat rack.Once outside hes on a new mission to find a car
down the street aways he finds a pickup,..with the lifeless driver hanging out as if he died getting out of the vehicle.He slowly inches his way closer and closer
to the body and reaches inside to unbuckle the corpse,with a click the drivers head hits the street.Gently tom pushes the body with his feet out of he way of the tire
the mans hat was under toms foot as he bent down to place it back on the head of the deseced man....keys in the ignition and foot on the gas he was off
passing feild's covered with dead cows and bodies in there cars he drives.2 houres later he pulls over as the sun has gone down he decides he will try to sleep in the
intense heat ignoring the massive light as bright as the sun he doses into oblivion.
Tom! please tom please dont be consumed please come back please..the familiar voice cries.Awakaning he sits up sweating severly and looking frantically he relaxes.
The bright night had passed flies swarmed around him swatting and shaking as he drives he realizes flies were theer atleast they were living things.
Who would have known a fly such a vile insignificant creature can cause a man so much joy.Then it hit him the most vile horrid smell followed him he drove
another 5 miles before he had to stop to investigate the source of the stench.After exiting his truck he looked in it's bed as it was the only place he hadnt looked
only a spare tire a rope and a tire iron a gas can and a jack were the only items backthere,...besides a tarp...his trembling hand slowly moved toward the blue tarp when
he noticed it barely moving,he jumped at the idea of what could be under it he then as fast as he could grabbed the tarp and threw it to the ground.With a cough and
hand to the mouth he stepped back as thousands of flies left the rotting maggot infested corpse of a dog.Thank god half of the tarp was still under the dog as tom drug it of the bed of the truck to the road
then jumping back into his truck he sat quietly.Strangley he began to laugh uncontrolably at how scared he was over virtually nothing,then he began to open the last of the soda
and continued to drive.That night he couldnt sleep instead he kept driving he in a twisted way he liked being alone and enjoying the forest and feild countryside
but in reality he was suffering deeply over everything nothing good had happened in his life for the past 3 months only suffering.
The next afternoon after using the gas can in the back to keep the truck going it died of overheating,angry but releaved at the same
time he got out to let the truck rest and to search for food and water.After a small recon of the area he spied a cafe in a heavily wooded area,"a ideal place for food and water"
he began the hike to the door of the cafe,finding that it was open he crept inside trying to be quiet as he wanted his presance to go unknown.This place was different
compared to others this place had a distrubance to it chairs were knocked over and tables in a mess but no bodies although it was a two story building he had no intintion of going upstairs.
He slid around the counter to reveal the cooler he slid the door open and grabbed all they had iced tea,tom then began to seach for food in th process finding 2 loafs
of homemade bread,then he heard something..a voice of a man muttering and the sound of thumping tom wide eyed saw movment through the curtained window gently he
moved the curtains but he could barely see through the glass it appeared as if it hadnt been washed in years.But he could make out the shape of a overweight man
in a bright red shirt,the man appeared to be moving something he had a red scraggly beard and hair and his muttering had gotten louder.Tom was overcome with curiosity
but at the same time wanted to leave,and fast.Tom began to creep out side his plan was to glance around the corner of the building see what the man was doing and leave.
His back to the wall outside the man was now literally talking to himself,tom inched half of his head aroundd the corner just enough to see with one eye.
His pupil shrank in terror as the man was systamatically laying bodies"perhaps bodies of the people in the cafe"on a stump
and hacking their heads off with a axe.His mutter was now almost yelling "I knew it i told all the heathons!!!I told them all god would strike them down
and he did!!!HE DID!!!Now its up to me to make sure the demons are down one by one ill finish gods work"The man continued as tom relized piles of heads in a hole
,He also realized piles of bodies that had not been mutalated as for the ones he had already "cleansed" they lay in a creek that ran past the cafe a creek that ran red with blood.
