I have always had some interest with some science fiction-like doomsday. Lost planet, I Am Legend, and things of their likeneses. So I decided I would try and give a stab at writing my own sci-fi survival story. Sometimes I wonder If I added to much to it, but oh well. Tell me what you think.
Green sky
The silver Hyundai swerved around the tight corners as it sped through the rain. Its tires skidded a numerous amount of times, screeching loud wails. The driver, ferociously gripping at the steering wheel, was a middle aged man with a horrific look on him. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” He repeated to himself continuously. The car took another sharp turn down the windy country road. “You should’ve known she was doing that! You could tell couldn’t you?! She didn’t look at you the same way as she did before you left, why didn’t you pick it up.” After a slew of cursing and badmouthing, he pushed down even harder on the gas peddle, speeding down as fast as he could.
It was hard to imagine everything seemed to be going so well for him beforehand. “Skank, stupid skank.” he muttered to himself even more as he stomped on his gas pedal. He took yet another dangerously tight turn and then another. He cringed slightly as he almost lost control of the wheel, but soon regained it. He grunted slightly, he didn’t care. He wasn’t worried about accidentally running into anything, he was more concerned about the events that had happened recently.
“Woah!” He slammed the breaks and cursed, as a large moose was in the middle of the road, standing there aimlessly. Normally, he would be in awe to see such a creature. But for now, he honked his horn and shouted “Move it!” The moose did not make any effort to budge. He cursed again and waited a few minutes, the moose just stood there still. “What’s the big idea? It’s just standin’ there getting soaked!” The moose turned his attention to him and slowly walked out of his way. “Dumb animal.” he muttered to himself as his tires began to stride on top of the rainwater once more. He reached for his beer, which was safely tucked away in the drivers seat. He sipped at it carefully, trying not to spill it as he turned slightly. He looked back out onto the road and found he had gone off-course. “Holy-” he began to shout as he crashed into a large elm tree.
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A faint red light glowed through the darkness. Jack yelped, startled. He panted and began coughing ferociously. He stretched his hand out to the left, trying to turn on his lamp. He squinted as he began to open his eyes to the dimly lit ceiling. His hand had felt nothing but air aside from him. He blinked. His nightstand was usually on the left of his bed, and a small decorative lamp was typically at shoulder level with him. He blinked again. Where was he? Didn’t he just wake up from a small night’s rest? “Jenna,? Jenna?” he called out. He looked to his right, nobody was there. He patted the air next to him.
He was in a single bed, not a double. He rose form the bed and stumbled onto the cold floor, sending some monitor crashing down with him. He looked at the monitor, as it was silently transmitting data. It was poorly lighted, so it was basically incomprehndble without a better light source. He glanced at the wires that he had got caught on. He pulled at them and found out what it was. ‘An I.V.’ he thought to himself. Suddenly a rush of images flashed through his mind. The tree, the moose, the rain, the beer, the baby, her, and then him. The thoughts stormed in his mind, as he slowly began to remember what had transpired. He concluded he had to have been in some hospital judging by his new accessories and chest pain. He picked the monitor up and placed it back up on top of one of the carts beside him. The monitor had felt heavier than it looked, and Jack found himself struggling holding it. He found a small pair of scissors to cut the I.V. tubes and began to move towards the red light. He found the light switch with ease and flipped it on, nothing happened. A door leading to a dimly lit hallway was wide open, and stood casually to his left. Groaning, he walked out the door and into what was once a hallway.
His mouth wide open, he gazed at this shocking change of scenery. The ceiling of the spacious hallway had a large hole, revealing several other floors that were up above. In the far end of the hallway, he could see something that was large and had a shade of grayish-green. Jack walked up to it, inspecting it further and stopped, stunned. It was apparently an old, wrecked army helicopter. The windows of it were broken, the wings were twisted here and there, and the bottom half of it was missing. ‘What in the world?’ he pondered. He glanced inside the cockpit, no bodies were in there. He hopped in via the broken end and rummaged through the wreck. His heart was pounding at a rate of seventy-miles-per hour. He found nothing of use in there, except a radio and a pack of cigarettes. Unfortunately, he would need to look elsewhere for a lighter. He could have used a good smoke too. The radio was no use either. It took him many tries to realize that. He cussed at himself and exited the wreckage, continuing down the hallway. He halted, looking up through large hole.
It was green. No sunshine to greet his eyes. No stars speckled across a dark night sky. Not even any clouds. All of this was replaced with a light florescent green. The green shone down to give off some form of light, but it was nowhere near as intense as that of the suns. He stood there shocked, trying to take in what he was looking at.
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He ruffled through the papers at the reception desk, spilling filing cabinets, flinging useless scraps of paper around. The sign above had read ICU-RECEPTION. He grunted, all of it was of no use to him. “God Please, I need anything, just anything to help me,” he moaned. The papers continued to fly around. He looked back into other boxes, throwing futile records onto the messy floor. This process lasted for up to three hours, with a half-hour break of him huddled and sobbing. But he finally found what he was looking for in the end. A brief medical report with his name on it. He found it while looking through a manila folder, with the first three letters of his last name on its tab. He read it carefully.
Jack Warren
Birthdate:8/20/ SSN:432-22-XXXX
Sex: M Admittance date:5/13/07
Reason: Car accident, Alcohol related
Description
atient has several large cuts and bruises throughout body, mainly his left arm. His right arm is broken and his left ankle is sprained. Patient is Unconcious and Comatose. Patient also has a piece of glass embedded within his left cheek.
Jack read this small description over and over again. He began to remember the car accident that had happened the night before. But then he looked back at the line that read “Comatose.” He dropped the manila folder onto the desk and plopped down on the ground. Groaning, he rubbed his temples slowly. ‘How long have I been out? What the heck is going on around here?’ he asked himself mentally. He repeated more questions in his head over and over again. ‘Why was there a helicopter in there? Why is the sky green? Where am I?’ He began to repeat these verbally, at first softly, and in a very quiet fashion. But he began to say them louder, until eventually he was shouting them out to god knows what, hoping anyone could answer him. He felt ashamed of feeling so helpless that he was screaming out in terror.
A loud rustling sound came from his right and was followed by a loud banging. Jack stopped his cries and turned, looking at a set of double doors to his right. He waited for a moment and listened intently. He thought he heard moans with a combination of some unusual squishing-noise. He heard some crashing again, and some more moans. Jack got up to his feet and slowly approached the set of double doors, grabbing a brick on his way. For all he knew, it could have been one of two things to him. Another ordinary man caught in the same situation. That was the preferred possibility. The other was, well, he let his imagination dwell on that one, but it was probably something that could tear his limbs off. He pushed the door open slightly to reveal another poorly lit staircase. The crashing and moaning subsided, only to leave the faint, odd noise. He crept closer, slightly stumbling in the dim light. The stairs were long, and lead downward almost indefinitely. The noise grew louder and louder, until he realized that the noise was coming within a few feet from him. He stopped. There was a light source ahead. The light was that like the blinking red light in the hospital room, just this one was not blinking. It was accompanied by another light near it, which revealed a gruesome sight. Jack feel to the ground and lost his breath. The thing looked like a man that had taken way too many steroids. It looked like it was covered in metal and wires, and this beast looked too the two red lights with his expressionless face. A hint of metal gleamed above his eyes, reflecting the red light.
The red lights began to grow tentacle-like extremities. They waved in the air slightly, as if they were throwing up their arms in celebration. Jack almost threw up when he looked around these creatures. What was once doctors and patients, now looked like corpses that had gone through some sort of liposuction. He backed away from the horrific sight and stumbled, forgetting the stairs behind him. He gasped as he fell, taken aback by the surprise landing. The brute-like creature turned towards him, looking in his general direction. It was as if the noise gave away his exact position. He opened his mouth wide and let out a blood-stopping yell. Jack began to nervously fidget at his primary weapon. A rock.
The two orbs moved behind the monster, tentacles gone. The monstrosity charged at Jack, hollering even more. Jack threw the rock and hit the beast square in the forehead. This seemed to affect the beast very little as he picked Jack up and tossed him into an adjacent wall were the orbs were floating. Jack screamed at the impact and fell to the floor. The orbs floated closer to Jack, pulling there tentacle-like arms out from there gelatinous body. Jack panted and began to rush away from them. His arm had hurt, he cringed, swearing under his breath. The beast began to charge at him once more, but this time Jack ran. He stumbled back up the stairs he came from, in hot pursuit from the beast that was chasing him. He had to keep his mind focused on getting out. ‘Reminds me of the military…but with less of these… things…just don’t look back,’ He remembered an instance where he looked back while running from enemy fire. He froze and found one of his allies that had fallen. It took the help of one of the privates to pull him out of that trance.
Jack leapt behind the reception desk in an attempt to hide from the creature. ‘Hopefully this thing doesn’t have thermal vision or super smell or something.’ The beast came through the double doors that led towards the stairs, howling with a gruesome look on his face. The creature looked for his prey, panting as he scanned the room. His panting stopped suddenly, leaving behind an eerie silence. A loud beep sounded from the reception desk. The beast lunged on top of it as it got a shocked on both the chest and head with a heart defibrillator. The beast shook, letting out a large screech, and then fell limp onto the ground.
Jack shook as he came to a stand, looking over the slain beast. He skirted around it carefully, hoping it would not wake up. “Oh my God. God,” he continually muttered under his breath. The eyes of the monster were wide and his jaw open, he looked just as horrifying as he had been when he was still alive. It made Jack wonder who this man might have been, that is, if the thing was some sort of Frankenstein’s monster.
He walked down back the stairs again, this time carrying a defibrillator instead of a large stone. He remembered that there was two red orbs still lingering around, at least that was his assumption. ‘Can’t assume the threat is gone if it’s not seen.’ he thought to himself. What the heck was that thing? He thought. The image of its disfigured face looking out in pain was burned into his mind. He would eventually get over it though, like most things he had seen. ‘I need to be strong in this,’ he used to tell himself. He had a hard time getting through images such as these while at war. He would get through these issues, he just had to keep telling himself to be strong.
But he knew it was not the time to worry about his mental health, he had to worry about those red things first. He scanned the room in the dark as best as he could, but could not see much. He did not see any red light, so he assumed that they were either gone or hiding. Hiding, he thought to himself. What if they could stop glowing and wait for their prey to stumble blindly into them? He brushed the thought out of his mind, thinking it was a large stretch.
He sneaked through the dark hospital, trying to place his footing carefully. His hands felt the walls as he followed them, hopefully to lead to some exit. As Jack walked on, there were a few more windows, making the chamber not so dark anymore. He found a red light dangling a few meters away from him. He thought it was the red orbs, but it was just a small flickering exit-sign. He jumped as he had noticed the sudden change in lighting tp his left. The orbs appeared and bounced, waving their tentacles out. He jolted out of there. Those things closely followed behind him as he left the building. He tripped and stumbled as a tentacle grabbed his leg. It felt like acid wrapped around his ankle. He cried in pain and landed his head into the asphalt of the road. He heard something whispering to him in a scary voice, then gunfire, and then a soothing voice.
Green Sky (prologue and chapter 1)
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