Category : Stories

Sub Category : Science Fiction

Running always running. He has been at it for days it seems, but he knows if he stops those things will get him. "Those things" he thought as he plowed through the brush. "They used to be human. What happened to them?" 
   He has not seen a "normal" human since he woke up in the middle of the street, in an unfamiliar town with no recollection of how he got there. Only those non-humans seem to be left "Am I the only one left?" A chill ran down his spine from the thought of it. 
  "I need food" he thought. His hunger has been nagging at him since he woke in the street, slowly increasing with every stride he took. A clearing in the woods revealed a road, he was sure thet he would find a gas station on it as it seemed like a well traveled road.....at least before the "deadening". 
  His hunger is what is driving him now. Pushing him to move faster down this once busy road. He smelled death. He must be getting close to another town. "Another town might mean food." He thought. His legs moved faster. 
  He crests a hill in the road. Stops in his tracks. There was indeed a town down there, but he also can see the non-humans that were the citizens of this town. Beyond the first cross street of this small town he spyed a 7-11. "Great! Now I just have to get past those non-humans."