Ultimate Houde
UC's Resident Genetic Recombinator
I thought that was my last stand. I had made my peace, I had talk to my God, I had said goodbye to my wife. I was going to sacrifice myself to save her and my unborn child. We had spotted a human encampment nearby, and making our last run towards it when they attacked, the demons. I knew we weren't going to make it, and I knew that I could slow them down.
So I said goodbye forever, and stood my ground. Facing the snarling faces I thought of the time before this, before the insanity of the demons and there coming. I was a simple Supermarket manager, and now here I am, facing demons of legend.
The three that had been dogging us laughed at my pitiful attempt to stave them off. I held the empty pistol in front of me, declaring I would shoot any that stepped forward. The bulging one that looked like a frog laughed, it's companion, one that resembled a humaniod fly from that film of the eighties, also laughed, stating that I had no chance, and my wife would die before she reached the encampment, and then they would eat the unborn child.
That was the last straw, I had already lost one child to these monsters. I threw the pistol at them, knowing the futility of the attack but not caring, and charged them.
I expected to die. I should be dead.
But do the dead hurt this much? Why does my mouth taste of iron? Smacking my lips, groaning, I plead for some water. Suddenly, the wonderfully cool liquid pours down my throat, and then, coughing, I drank too much too quickly.
"Calm down, don't drink so much now, slowly, you lost alot of blood before I got you out of there. Relax, you're safe."
I thank the man with a grunt, and opened my eyes slowly, blinking to adjust to the light. I see him framed in a halo of light,blond short hair, and hardly any stubble. I my mind's eye I vision him as an angel, then my vision clears, and I see him as what he is, a simple human like me. Or so I hope. I guess my anxiety shows on my face, as he answers my unasked question.
"No worries, I'm not an enhancer, and I don't eat flesh at all. I do have some rabbit I'm cutting up right now if you want some though."
I nod my thanks, and let a smile grace my lips. I hold out my hand, and mutter my name, "Riker, Thomas Riker."
"Hello Riker," the blond man with pearly white teeth says, "I'm Luke, simply Luke." He shakes my hand, and he is extremely warm.
I felt it not nessecary to question the fact that the front of his shirt was caked in blood, assuming it was from either me or the rabbit he was cutting up on the cutting board. I smiled, wondering if this is an angel, my guardian angel.
My name is Thomas Riker, and welcome to my hell.
I should have died.
So I said goodbye forever, and stood my ground. Facing the snarling faces I thought of the time before this, before the insanity of the demons and there coming. I was a simple Supermarket manager, and now here I am, facing demons of legend.
The three that had been dogging us laughed at my pitiful attempt to stave them off. I held the empty pistol in front of me, declaring I would shoot any that stepped forward. The bulging one that looked like a frog laughed, it's companion, one that resembled a humaniod fly from that film of the eighties, also laughed, stating that I had no chance, and my wife would die before she reached the encampment, and then they would eat the unborn child.
That was the last straw, I had already lost one child to these monsters. I threw the pistol at them, knowing the futility of the attack but not caring, and charged them.
I expected to die. I should be dead.
But do the dead hurt this much? Why does my mouth taste of iron? Smacking my lips, groaning, I plead for some water. Suddenly, the wonderfully cool liquid pours down my throat, and then, coughing, I drank too much too quickly.
"Calm down, don't drink so much now, slowly, you lost alot of blood before I got you out of there. Relax, you're safe."
I thank the man with a grunt, and opened my eyes slowly, blinking to adjust to the light. I see him framed in a halo of light,blond short hair, and hardly any stubble. I my mind's eye I vision him as an angel, then my vision clears, and I see him as what he is, a simple human like me. Or so I hope. I guess my anxiety shows on my face, as he answers my unasked question.
"No worries, I'm not an enhancer, and I don't eat flesh at all. I do have some rabbit I'm cutting up right now if you want some though."
I nod my thanks, and let a smile grace my lips. I hold out my hand, and mutter my name, "Riker, Thomas Riker."
"Hello Riker," the blond man with pearly white teeth says, "I'm Luke, simply Luke." He shakes my hand, and he is extremely warm.
I felt it not nessecary to question the fact that the front of his shirt was caked in blood, assuming it was from either me or the rabbit he was cutting up on the cutting board. I smiled, wondering if this is an angel, my guardian angel.
My name is Thomas Riker, and welcome to my hell.
I should have died.