Post by skallagrim on Aug 23, 2010 13:34:11 GMT -5
Ever wonder what it would be like to wander the streets of a metropolis after the Apocalypse? Ever wonder what would be wandering those streets? Zombies? Animals? Zombie Animals? Well if you guessed Zombie Animals you would only be half right. These beasts, called outsiders, seemed to be the only things wandering the streets today... Well other than one pissed off genetically enhanced super soldier with something to prove to nobody, nobody but himself. Though to think that this guy was a soldier would bring some questions to bare. He didn't look anything soldier like, at least not anymore. Not since a long long time ago. Tattoos, piercings, hell that big fucking cleaver of a weapon in his hand, there was no way he was a soldier at least not a soldier belonging to any organized militia. This guy was his own one man army. Or so he would like to believe.
The ancient hunter's blade Crescent Moon's Sorrow, gleamed with its silver edge as the sun pushed its light through the clouds. Just then the man stopped in his tracks. His eyes covered by the dark lenses of his Aviator styled glasses had picked up on something in the shadows, something that was stalking him. Something that was following him as he trudged down the long hard road. Something that needed to be dispatched, and quickly. The man had little time to act as the beast lunged at him. He turned to face the creature. A mildly mutated alley cat. It must of been hungry if it was going to go after someone like him. The cat was caught by the flat of the blade and was tossed aside into some trash nearby. "Poor kitten." He said a he looked the stunned creature over. Psh Kitten. The damn thing was nearly the size of a German Shepard and not only that it had 3 tails along with some spiky protrusions down its spine. The thing could of possibly of been a precursor to the bander-snatch. It had the wicked teeth and nasty looking claws. But the only thing he could say was "poor kitten." This guy was seriously deranged.
"On second thought."
With his words, the cat made not a noise as the blade flashed. Its head was severed and its body twitched not once, not twice, but there times. No more no less. With the beast dispatched, He could let it sit in the sun to become Outsider bait. But if he carried it with him, every predator in the area would follow the blood trail.
"Fuck it." He said as he just turned and walked away. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He continued. "I'm bored. You Bore me corpse. What the fuck were you thinking? Jumping out like you were going to eat me do you even know who I am bitch? Well do you? DO YOU!? That's right dead cat you don't know who the fuck I am. You don't know anything and that's because you are fucking dead."
With a kick the corpse gurgled some more blood on the ground, and with a stomp of his foot the man crushed the creature's severed head. Maybe momma just didn't love him enough when he was a child. Oh yeah that's right he never knew his mother. He never even remembered being a child. Well that might explain it but then again it could of just been the government experiments, or it could of been the cryobrig. This guy just had nothing good coming for him. So many things could of caused his current out look on life, but perhaps he was just all in all fucked up because of all of it.
"Huh what was that?" He muttered to himself. His eyes darted around, his ears searched for sounds. Footsteps. But who's and why?
The ancient hunter's blade Crescent Moon's Sorrow, gleamed with its silver edge as the sun pushed its light through the clouds. Just then the man stopped in his tracks. His eyes covered by the dark lenses of his Aviator styled glasses had picked up on something in the shadows, something that was stalking him. Something that was following him as he trudged down the long hard road. Something that needed to be dispatched, and quickly. The man had little time to act as the beast lunged at him. He turned to face the creature. A mildly mutated alley cat. It must of been hungry if it was going to go after someone like him. The cat was caught by the flat of the blade and was tossed aside into some trash nearby. "Poor kitten." He said a he looked the stunned creature over. Psh Kitten. The damn thing was nearly the size of a German Shepard and not only that it had 3 tails along with some spiky protrusions down its spine. The thing could of possibly of been a precursor to the bander-snatch. It had the wicked teeth and nasty looking claws. But the only thing he could say was "poor kitten." This guy was seriously deranged.
"On second thought."
With his words, the cat made not a noise as the blade flashed. Its head was severed and its body twitched not once, not twice, but there times. No more no less. With the beast dispatched, He could let it sit in the sun to become Outsider bait. But if he carried it with him, every predator in the area would follow the blood trail.
"Fuck it." He said as he just turned and walked away. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He continued. "I'm bored. You Bore me corpse. What the fuck were you thinking? Jumping out like you were going to eat me do you even know who I am bitch? Well do you? DO YOU!? That's right dead cat you don't know who the fuck I am. You don't know anything and that's because you are fucking dead."
With a kick the corpse gurgled some more blood on the ground, and with a stomp of his foot the man crushed the creature's severed head. Maybe momma just didn't love him enough when he was a child. Oh yeah that's right he never knew his mother. He never even remembered being a child. Well that might explain it but then again it could of just been the government experiments, or it could of been the cryobrig. This guy just had nothing good coming for him. So many things could of caused his current out look on life, but perhaps he was just all in all fucked up because of all of it.
"Huh what was that?" He muttered to himself. His eyes darted around, his ears searched for sounds. Footsteps. But who's and why?