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Sorry about not adding to this in so long. I've been busy and sick. Please read and reply.



The initial euphoria of freedom was quickly dissapating as Mark hustled down a lonely, fog-ridden street. He knew his way around this area, knew he was only a few blocks away from Muddled Lane, a tiny scrap of road that separated the suburbs from the busy city. Or, at least it used to be one. Once there, Mark was sure he'd find a car with the keys still in the ignition. There just had to be.
But deep down, Mark knew better. Fate hadn't exactly been kind to Mark for the past few days, and why should it start now? In fact, Mark wouldn't be the least bit suprised if he reached the city and there were no cars in the entire friggin' place at all. Or maybe one with keys, but no gas. Or a cannibal in the backseat, waiting to take a chunk out of Mark's face. Maybe even -
Stop. Mark ordered himself. Being pessimestic won't get your scrawny ass out of this mess, will it?
Mark sighed, the cold air sending a chill down his back as he picked up the pace. He wondered what he was going to do once out of Jackson County. He'd have to let people know what happened...
But how exactly are you going to convince anyone that everybody in your hometown has turned into psychotic cannibals but you? A small, persistant voice nagged. And that brings up another point: Why you? Why aren't you a cannibal like the rest of the world? Like your parents? Like your brother?
"Shut up." Mark hissed through gritted teeth, shaking the endless barrage of thoughts out of his mind. "I've got to get out of here. Just listen to me, I'm talking to myself.."
Woof! Woo-woo-woof! Grr...
Mark whipped left, straining through the fog to catch a glimpse of the barking beast. That's when he saw it -
- 'Spike' -
- The disgusting, slobbering, two-hundred pounds of Rottweiler that could easily put Cujo to shame.
Mark had known the viscious creature for most of his life, and the two had never gotten along. Years ago, if Mark and his childhood friends were feeling particulary brave, they'd have a competition to see who'd get closest to the beast before chickening out. That dog was the neighborhood legend - Gruesome stories that depicted him eating unsuspecting kids were always told on the playground or during a boring class. But that was so long ago, before the world went insane.
Before everyone died.
Woof!
The monsterous bark snapped Mark back to grim reality. Spike was straining forward now, leaping high into the air, pulled harshly back to earth by the humongous chain wrapped around his neck. It rattled and buckled against an unreliable metal post.
"Jesus.." Mark quietly commented to himself, turning back around. "What a -"
- Crack! -
Something broke behind him, loud as a gunshot, the resounding crack breaking the still morning silence. Mark whirled around, wide eyes taking in the charging beast, a snapped chain fluttering behind, its meaty paws crushing grass still wet with dew as it crossed the front yard in leaps and bounds.
"Shit!"
Mark stood in place, frozen, the four-legged murderer closing in, spittle flying from powerful jaws as it snapped and barked, edging nearer.
Do something! The small voice screamed. Hurry!
At Mark's feet was a baseball-sized chunk of cement, a jagged ridge of rock coughed up by the sidewalk below. Mark felt isolated from the rest of the world as he bent down and retrieved the rock, its solidness quickly filling his closed fist. A strange aura of calmness enveloped Mark as he raised his gaze back on the beast, who was now no more then twenty feet away. He cocked his arm, narrow eyes taking in his target, concentrating -
- Whoosh!
And the rock sailed away, ripping a hole through the fog as it soared fast, strong and steady. The posessed demon-dog didn't slow down as the projectile neared, didn't hesistate as the rock continued its warpath striaght to his face.
WHAP!
The rock smashed into his muzzle and dissappeared into the fog, the crack louder than the chain snapping, than the explosion, than anything Mark had ever heard. The young man stood in place, heart racing, unable to believe what had just happened.
- And through the fog, the Rotty kept charging -
Holy shit..
- Never faltering, never missing a step. It kept coming, heavy paws carving a steady beat as it reached the sidewalk, barking, slobbering, snout bloodied and dented. Yet it was oblivious to the pain, oblivious to the rock that should of broken his nose and jaw -
- That should've killed him.
Mark turned and ran, bolting down the sidewalk in a desperate attempt to escape.

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ChronicBrownie

Kinda reminds me of Resident Evil. Keep it up, Ill be checking up on this thread.

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Soda

Nice writing, I could never write fiction like this. Reads like a movie. Hoping for more revelations and more murders

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Alas! the forbidden fruits were eaten,
And thereby the warm life of reason congealed.
A grain of wheat eclipsed the sun of Adam,
Like as the Dragon's tail dulls the brightness of the moon.

— Rumi: Masnavi I Ma'navi