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    dots Submission Name: Apocalyptica Teaserdots
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    Author: MowsysWrath
    ASL Info:    15 Beastiality Bunghole
    Elite Ratio:    4.19 - 75/85/45
    Words: 1037
    Class/Type: Story/Misc
    Total Views: 274
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 5723



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       Something I'd throw out to give you an idea of Apocalyptica and what to expect in it. Enjoy!


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    Complete silence. It had taken over; she awoke in the bathtub and noticed the screaming had stopped. Fully clothed and pipe in hand, she slowly got out of the dry bathtub and stood in front of her bathroom door. It was dark in the bathroom; an exquisite marble sink was planted against the wall with a 36 by 24 inch mirror hanging over it. Her reflection in the mirror showed the beaten and lonesome girl, a survivor of the death and chaos that had happened nearly ten hours ago. She was only 5' 3" with brown hair that trailed past her shoulders and deep jade eyes. She was bruised and beaten, bloody and scarred by the damage done by demons and destruction.

    She looked at the door and pondered whether or not to venture into dangerous zones to check for survivors. It would mean leaving her safety zone. She summed up her courage and gripped the iron handle, opening the door slowly. The door creaked as it opened and the floor seemed to shift as the girl opened the door. She was on the second story of someone else's house. She had nowhere else to stay, but there was no food here. She checked when she came in.

    As she moved out of the room with her pipe in hand, she turned to the stairs. Maybe she missed a few rooms. There might be food somewhere. Who would live in a house without food? Then her stomach rumbled, too much thought of food. It hurt; her stomach did when it rumbled. She hadn't had anything for nearly 10 hours, possibly longer and this wasn't counting the number of times she had vomited from the sights.

    She needed the food more than anything, so she kept her courage with her, raised the pipe and started down the stairs. The stairs, carpeted stairs, still squeaked and made noises as she walked down them until she reached a turning point. She looked around the corned and down the second staircase. At the bottom sat a wooden floor, blood stained it and a corpse lay against a small table. The corpse looked burnt, the girl could smell the charred flesh from up the stairs. She didn't notice this before...

    She continued down, even more ready with her pipe as she moved down the stairs. Upon reaching the bottom, she surveyed the front room. The large plasma screen TV across the room was broken, large cracks in it showed that someone had been thrown into it. Stepping around the corpse, the girl moved into the kitchen. Something was moving in there or possibly someone. Maybe another survivor? No. But she had to check. Moving into the kitchen, she looked around the corner to see a small red (and bloody) creature.

    It had sharp teeth and glowing orange eyes. It stood on two legs; it was about two feet high. Its neck was long and slender but didn't rise. The head and neck stayed in line with the body, which was, round and looked as though it had a shell inside its red skin. It didn't have a nose, just a mouth and eyes. The beady orange eyes and sharp teeth were facing the girl. The creature, seeing its next victim, let out a growl as it moved forward. The sharp teeth looked as though they begged for meat to chew into and rip apart, needless to say the girl was frightened. She took a step back, hearing the footsteps of the creature as it turned the corner and lunged at the girl almost instantly.

    The girl screamed and flung the pipe at the beast, the pipe slamming into the side of the thing's head. Blood did shoot out, but it was a bluish color. The creature's head and body hit the wall and slid down, but it wouldn't go down that easily. It recovered itself and jumped back as the girl readied the pipe again. The girl stepped backwards but lost balance and began falling backwards just as the thing jumped again. The girl thrust the pipe forward to keep the thing from biting her, but she slammed her head onto the wooden floor. She felt a cold goo covering her hand and when she looked up at the pipe, she saw that the pipe had gone into the creature's mouth and.. Well, for lacking of better way to describe it, fucked up the insides of the creature. The cold goo was the blood of the creature, but the girl would not worry about that now. She wanted her pipe back, it had saved her life and she was sure it might save her again. Her head thumped as she pulled the pipe out of the creature.

    Sickening "slop" and "gush" noises emitted as the girl forced the pipe from the inside of the creature, more blood flowed out onto the girl and the pipe. By the time she had her pipe, she was sure the creature was dry. The girl, as shocked as she was, couldn't ignore her hunger so she walked into the kitchen and straight to a closet type place. It turned out to be a pantry, full of food and snacks. The girl opened a box of miniature cakes and ate a few of them; her hunger wouldn't be kept at bay for long.

    The girl moved back to the front room, wondering what she would do but when she walked into the room, she noticed the corpse wasn't against the table like it was before. She thought she might have hallucinated before, but it seemed like it was there...

    Just before she shook the thought away, she heard something move and a scream echoed throughout the house. Something caught fire and agonizing screams filled the house. In a room separate of the front room was a smaller room with a computer in it and also a lit fireplace. Around that fireplace was the corpse, screaming and walking towards the girl.

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    This is what you can expect in Apocalyptica. I REALLY hope some of you look forward to it.




    Submitted on 2007-01-01 04:24:39     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      Its great, It reminded me of our old story demons!!!.

    I look forward to the finished product!
    | Posted on 2007-03-07 00:00:00 | by Samantha45 | [ Reply to This ]
      are you kidding? thats petrifying!!
    good job. nicely written. i think you could name the girl, instead of writing 'the girl' all the way through. or exchange that for simply 'she'.
    very nightmarish, i really enjoyed it.
    michelle
    | Posted on 2007-01-02 00:00:00 | by whirl | [ Reply to This ]


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