Peter had always been afraid of the dark but these days his fear seemed much more justified. With the world in the condition that it is his fear of the dark may just save his life. Peter was hunted by the stuff of nightmares day in and day out so fear was inevitable in this new world, whether it be a fear of the dark or of the creatures that stalked the earth.
Peter clutched the gun tight as he crept through a line of abandoned cars. Grass and weeds grew up from cracks in the road and vines were beginning to overtake some of the cars. Nature was taking the city back, humanity had pillaged and plundered the earth for thousands of years without any consequences finally nature threw a curveball and humanity wasn't prepared. He looked nervously in all directions always on the lookout for what he called ‘lurkers.’ He passed the line of cars and looked down an alleyway, huge spider webs coated the sides of the building with all kinds of debris stuck in them. Peter looked even further into the web and saw the shape of a human being wrapped from head to toe in webs. He shuttered at the thought of being spun into a spiders web, he was about to keep moving when he saw the human shape move.
“They’re still alive,” he thought to himself. Peter had not yet lost his humanity so his conscience wouldn't allow him to just walk away. He ventured into the alley, slashing through webs with a hunting knife that his father had bought him when he was little. He slowly approached the quivering web and carefully cut into it with the knife trying to avoid the person inside. Peter made a small cut right where he thought the persons chest was, he inserted his fingers in the cut and pulled back. What he saw made his heart stop, instead of soft human tissue underneath the webs he found a hard black shell, this was no web coffin it was a cocoon. Peter started to back up from the cocoon as a low growl began to emanate from it, the movement inside became more violent and the cut he had made began to rip even more. He was almost out of the alley when he heard the sound of sharp claws scratching across concrete. The scraping grew louder and louder until he could feel the beasts hot breath on his neck for just a few seconds before it smacked into him and sent him sailing into the side of a car. He regained his balance and turned to face his attacker, standing before him was a tall creature with a body shaped like a human but it's skin was a hard black exoskeleton, it's eyes were pitch black and his mouth was filled with razor sharp teeth, two huge poison filled fangs hung from the sides of its mouth. Its muscular legs stepped toward him dragging its clawed toes on the ground. Peter panicked and searched for his gun but found nothing then he looked around and saw it laying on the sidewalk by the entrance of the alley. Peter was shaking like a leaf as the creature raises its fangs ready to bite. He clumsily thrust the knife out in front of him pushing it into the creatures shoulder. Green blood oozed from the wound and the creature howled in pain. Peter pulled the knife out and plunged it into the creature’s stomach.
The creature became distracted by its wounds and Peter bolted toward the alley and scrambled for his gun. As he neared the alley he noticed more movement come from within it and saw two huge legs step out from the shadows. He grabbed his gun and took off down the sidewalk, he looked back to see a huge black spider that was almost as big as the cars on the street rip out from the webs and start tearing down the street after him. He picked up his pace but he knew he wouldn’t be able to outrun it for long. His heart was racing and he was on the verge of breaking down but he knew what would happen if he did, he couldn’t let himself be turned into one of those mindless monsters.
Peter heard the spider catching up so he broke off to the right and ran across the street toward a warehouse. The spider followed climbing over cars to get to him. Peter bolted through the open door of the warehouse loading dock and stopped to catch his breath and wait for the spider. It came rushing up to the door but before it could get to Peter he lifted hid gun and shot the control panel on the wall releasing the heavy metal door. The door slammed down on top of the spider and pinned it to the ground. Green blood splattered across the floor as the spider hissed at Peter. The hiss grew more and more quiet until it stopped all together and the spider’s huge forelegs dropped limp to the floor.
Peter ran his fingers through his hair and walked away from the gruesome scene further into the dark warehouse breathing heavily. He was fully aware of what might be waiting for him but he had no intentions of staring at that mutilated spider any longer.
It had to be spiders, the end of the human race and the world decided to do it with the eight-legged freaks. The most horrible part is that they don’t just kill you; they turn you into a monster that’s more spider than human. All it takes is one bite, one bite and you’re infected. When the infection started popping up all over the place the world thought it was another outbreak of the bubonic plague. The symptoms were exactly the same as the plague but the end result was much worse.
Peter’s train of thought was derailed by something smacking against the outside of the warehouse. The lurker. He had forgotten about it when the spider showed up. Its claws dragged along the metal walls of the warehouse like nails on a chalkboard. Peter gripped his gun tight as he heard the lurker begin to scale the side of the building. It’s heavy footsteps on the roof echoed through the warehouse. Peter aimed his gun toward the ceiling and tried to follow the creature’s pattern. The footsteps stopped and the lurker pierced its claws through the metal roof, Peter pulled the trigger firing three shots up toward the claw mark. Sparks flew out as the bullets ripped through the metal and the lurker howled in pain and stumbled backward falling through a skylight and tumbling down into the warehouse. Peter pulled the magazine from his gun and counted the bullets, he only had five left. The lurker hopped back up to its feet and began shuffling toward Peter. He noticed that it was limping with a bleeding bullet wound in its leg. Peter started back toward the door that he had smashed the spider with and tried to pull it open. He felt something tingling on his hands and he brought them into the light and saw hundreds of spiders the size of quarters crawling on his hands and up his arms. He shrieked an embarrassingly feminine shriek and shook his arms violently. He heard a strange noise at the door, like someone was rubbing sandpaper on the metal. He looked over and saw thousands of tiny spiders crawling in through the small space left open by the giant spiders body. They were covering the floor and climbing up the walls, they made the building look like it was alive. Peter began to shake and turned away from the door and ran head first into the lurker’s chest. It screamed an unearthly scream in his face and swiped its razor sharp claws at his throat, he jumped back and the claws ripped a hole in his shirt.
Peter fired the gun at the lurker but just grazed its shoulder, it lurched back a bit and Peter ducked underneath its arm and bolted toward the other side of the warehouse. He hopped over boxes and metal shelves that the lurker had knocked over when it fell through the ceiling refusing to look back at his pursuers. Something moved in the corner of Peter’s eye and he took a second to look and saw the lurker on all fours clinging to the wall scrambling to beat him to the exit. It leaped out with its muscular legs and landed clumsily between Peter and the door, its wounded leg buckled when it landed and Peter took advantage, he kicked his leg out and the bottom of his boot connected with the lurker's shoulder sending it across the floor on its back. Peter jumped to the side to avoid its claws as it hopped back to its feet. He was cornered against a shelf and he could hear the sea of spiders getting closer and closer. The lurker stumbled towards him its mouth and fangs were foaming with a green poisonous mist. Peter reached his arm out across the shelf looking for anything he could use to defend himself. He grabbed something metal and without hesitation swung it out in front of him. He was holding onto the top of a propane tank and from the weight he felt he could tell it was full. The tank collided with the lurker’s head and sent it stumbling into the wall. He threw the propane tank towards the sea of spiders and sprinted for the door. The spiders began to crawl over the tank just as Peter left the warehouse. He stopped when he was about twenty feet from the warehouse and turned and pointed his gun toward the back door. He fired all the shots he had left hoping one would hit the propane tank, one did, and the fireball blasted out the back door and stopped the sea of spiders in its tracks. He could hear the lurker screaming and howling as the flames crept up the sides of the warehouse. Soon the whole building was up in flames along with the nightmares inside.
Black Death
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