Purgatory
Sequel to Infection
Close your eyes.
Think about everyone you’ve ever known, everyone you’ve ever met, everyone you’ve ever loved. By the time you open your eyes, this story would be over.
I awoke yet again to darkness and shroud. I stood quickly drawing my pistol, ready for something, anything. I was sweating as I frantically looked around the room, it took me a couple of seconds to realize where I was, and to regain myself. I sat back down breathing heavily. Another nightmare had passed.
I wonder how today was gonna be.
The room smelled of death. I went to open the shades, expecting to find light to fill this lifeless room, but none would come in. I gazed out upon the empty streets and found, that like me, were empty and lifeless. Going to the fridge I opened it, knowing that there was nothing there, I hoped to find some scratch of food, but again finding nothing. A groan from the other room could only mean that Ghost was awake, as well as alive.
Damn.
Coming into the room we both share a nod, the only form of communication we’ve ever shared. When you’re in a place where silence floods the streets, words seem out of place. With there being no television, no radio, no lights, no food. One could only pray for some kind of emotion, some sort of life, or death. Even the things you once feared and fought against, are now, like everyone else, gone forever. With them, the creatures that caused this destruction and endless silence.
I miss them already.
It’s been 8 months in this silent hell. Ever since the disappearance of the last creature, me and Ghost have been the last surviving things in this God forsaken city. Rationing our food, but there wasn’t a lot to go around after the creatures devoured everything. Growing sick of each other, and of this place, we tried leaving, escaping from this trap. But the knowledge of the infection has spread even quicker then the outbreak itself. So quick that the Government has quarantined the place. Locking us in with walls the didn’t seem to stop going up. Locking us in this hell, this purgatory.
Forever.
There was once a creature that on quiet nights, you could hear roaming the streets. Me and Ghost followed this creature, for it was interesting to find out that something other then us has lasted this long. The creature would throw itself into the lake, my guess, hoping to drown itself. It would stay there for days, then arise, and try again the next day. The current eventually eroded, and washed away the creature, taking it away.
Lucky bastard.
So me and Ghost would wonder the streets alone, our pride keeping us alive. Thriving us to keep searching for food, life, and a way out. As weeks passed by, Ghost had become ill. Without any medication, it wasn’t long before he died, leaving me alone. So while he was enjoying a whole new adventure in death, I was to stay, rotting here, waiting for destiny to claim me. I was alone, only my thoughts followed me, but not for long. Within the silence I must have snapped, for I awoke to find Ghost’s body devoured.
And my hunger filled.
Within the darkness I searched for light until I could no longer stand it. On top of a building I watched the sunrise over the walls that kept me here. Kept me trapped, kept me from death. I was tired of waiting for death, it’s like that old saying, if you want something done right, do it yourself. That jump was the easiest things I’ve ever done. The thought of seeing all the fellas again made me smile as the wind rushed through my hair. The ground was now closing in fast, and then it was over. I was in darkness again, but it was calm and peaceful, my worries had been crushed with my body, my anguish, my torment.
Goodbye Newgrounds, goodbye Strauss, I won’t miss you.
You. Now you can open your eyes. If now you don’t see what you have. Then maybe you should jump. I’ve seen what I had.
Now it’s your turn.
