The Storm Creative Writing

I look up at the flapping bit of cloth outside the window, watching it intensely. The wind gently brushes my face as it worms its way through the cracks in the bricks. I look back in front of me, the city lights shimmer like a party of fire flies. The sounds of the nights echoed, almost like everyone was trying to be the loudest. The skylines filled with skyscrapers, lit apartment lights scattered few between them.

“John you ready? They’re nearly here”

A male voice says through the walkie talky ripping me from my euphoric daydream. I blink and the city returns to the decayed landscape I have come to know. Its dead quite except for the occasional scream or well gargle. There are no more lights, they have long been turned off. Skyscrapers still scatter the horizon, only a few are still intact yet to have the black tentacles wrapped around them is their fate.

“sure, just be careful. I have seen what that rifle does to people”

I smile and look through my scope and see the first person coming around the corner. Followed by three more screaming people I don’t know.

“Three beasts following them, aim for the head”

“yep”

I readjust my position, and breath in and out slowly. The first beast flies around the corner, I hold my breath and concentrate.

{Skill: Hunters Perception activated}

Everything slows down around me, the beasts are sprinting at a snails pace. I slowly readjust my scope and pull the trigger.

[Critical Hit ‘190’]

(lvl 23#### killed; awarding 49 xp)

The first bullet pierces the front beasts skull as I start firing at the second.

[Hit ‘33’]

The next bullet only pierces the second beasts leg, more bullets rain down.

[Hit ‘92’]

(lvl 20 #### killed; awarding 37xp)

I aim at the last beast but it jumps behind cover before I can get a shot on it. I slowly breath out, closing my