Title:           Fic Part 1
Author:          GentleHeaven
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/uJp20GPA
First Edit:      Monday 31st of December 2012 08:17:56 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 31st of December 2012 08:17:56 PM CDT

You glanced at the clock, seeing its bold red numbers slowly burn into your mind and sigh
Its been exactly a year since it happened... since the world you knew and loved to despise got thrown upside down.
Back when you were still just an impressionable teenager, you joked with your friends about how the world would end in 2012 and how the myans had it right.
you doubt even the fucking myans could have predicted what happened
 
It all started with reports on the news. they told of "first contact" and how we had finally taken our first steps into the galactic stage. Some new species had decided this cesspool of a planet was worthy of a hello and that sent the worlds media into a shit storm
You sigh and slowly pull the blanket off of your freezing body, willing the fingers to move.
Around you lies the desecrated ruins of a half constructed office block, the dull grey concrete being coloured a shade of yellow by the sun that was piercing through the holes in the windows
with a grunt, you pull yourself to your stiff legs and walk forward, trying to work out the kinks in your stiff legs
"What I wouldn't give for one night on a mattress"
Your still half awake eyes spy the door and with a slow trudge you move towards it, opening it and looking at the world around you
Politicians made such a show of doing what they did best, kissing the ass of the next possible higher up, except this time the world got a first hand look in
 
You take a deep breath and return to when you had slept, leaning over and picking up the blanket and stuffing it into a canvas messenger bag you had attained from looting the last house
after a quick double check to make sure you had picked up everything you shuffled back over to the door and picked up the rifle that was sat against the solid concrete wall.
feeling the solid weight of the wood in your hand you throw open the door and briskly jog toward the other office block opposite the one you had slept in, glancing at the sky for anything... abnormal
last thing you need in your still half asleep state is an ambush.
 
night slowly creeps around and you glance around. Its been too quiet for you to lower your guard.
Paranoia slowly starts to seep in, causing you to start to see shadows in the corner of your vision as people
you decide that going up the stairs to upper floors would offer better protection than the ground floor
You walk up three flights of stairs and then decide you should be fine here for the night, pulling out your blanket and draping it over yourself for comfort.
Glancing around, the world slowly dims to a dark blue punctuated with dashes of pale white.
 
Closing your eyes, you slowly attune your ears to the sounds of the concrete jungle you inhabited. you could hear plastic bags being blown around in the wind.
The same bastard wind which found its way in through every little crack in the walls and managed to find the little gaps your blanket couldn't cover
"Just one night..."
 
Out of nowhere you hear a sound you can't place... it sounds so familiar but fills you with such panic you leap up and your eyes dart around at the dark room, ears desperately listening out for any clue as to where that sound came from
"I Heard you! Come out!"
 
Silence
 
"COME OUT BEFORE I DO SOMETHING STUPID"
 
More silence.
Your brain keeps screaming at you to calm down, to not get yourself into a situation you cant handle.
after 3 months of being alone, paranoid, cold and hungry, the last thing you could think about was calm down.
 
You move to the stairwell across from where you were attempting to sleep and move to place your foot on a step, only to be met by your foot going past where a step should be
within seconds, you go from being the hunter on the prowl to the helpless sod who nearly died from falling down an empty stairwell
Slowly, you pull yourself up enough to have your arms on the floor, holding yourself there.
after a few seconds of silence you hear that sound again, this time sounding closer and without thinking you cry out
"Hello? Can you hear me? I'm stuck in a very awkward position and would like to continue living please!"
listening out, the sound can be heard more and more, getting closer toward you, each time you hear it you feel more relieved, hoping to finally get to talk to something and live to see tomorrow
without warning, you remember what that sound is
its the sound you feared the most, because it meant only one thing
you had been found, and in the position you were in, there were only two ways out.
and that dark abyss suddenly started to look a lot more inviting
 
The sound kept getting louder and closer. you hung there, helpless to prevent what was about to happen
from the other corner a being suddenly appeared. the darkness obscured what you could see, but you felt a knot in your stomach when it appeared.
A few seconds passed, leaving you and this being staring at each other for what felt like years.
eventually the other being moved and advanced menacingly toward you, slowly coming out of the shadow and revealing a smooth front legs.
That is the last thing you remember seeing before letting go of the ledge and falling, falling into the dark abyss