[EternalPen]

Synopsis: A lone survivor of the destruction of earth tries to escape a town that is currently being overrun by the unearthly attackers who are looking for him.

Note: I wrote this when I was 10. I don't know if it's any good but I decicded it would be fun to let all of you see the first thing I wrote when I started down my path of Dark Fiction. Enjoy!

There they were, all around him. He pulled a fragmentation grenade out the pouch on his belt. He yanked the pin out of the grenade with his mouth. The grenade flew through the air with the aid of a well-placed over-hand throw. The fist sized explosive landed right in the center of the heartless creatures. The man that threw the grenade loaded another clip into his assault rifle; he wasn't the slightest bit nervous. The grenade exploded, sending the beasts flying in the air. Red liquid splashed on the buildings around them. The man who threw the grenade didn't flinch one bit; he lifted his gun and fired. The last thing the beasts saw was bright flashes coming from the barrel of the man's rifle. The limp bodies of the beasts lay everywhere. He walked forward, careful to avoid stepping on their splattered bodies. One of them flinched; in one swift move the man pulled out his 9 mm pistol and threw a bullet into the helpless creature's temple. It stopped moving.

There were more coming; he had to run. He ran past houses all torn apart by the creatures' destructive instinct. Some of the houses were burned down because of the recklessness of the beasts. He knew they weren't, but he liked to think of them as raptors, from the prehistoric times. He smiled at the thought. He knew the creatures he was up against were smarter and greater in numbers though, although he could dispatch ten of them within a time period of five seconds.

His name was Carl; he specialized in handling heavy weapons and explosives. There were others survivors like him, somewhere. He heard a snarl. Carl turned around. There were so many "raptors", he couldn't even count them. They surrounded him, on rooftops in front and beside him, and even more on their way. Their glowing green eyes looked even scarier since it was night. Dark clouds even covered the stars and moon, making Carl grateful for streetlights that weren't shattered.

His only way out of this death trap was to go inside a house that was to the left of him. A house that wasn't destroyed, a house that still had grass in its yard. He ran in. Carl turned around and started firing at his enemies. He emptied out two clips and the rest of his grenades. Their dead bodies lay everywhere on the ground, but that wasn't enough.

He shut and bolted the door, then ran to the back of the house. He dumped the rest of his ammo clips except one on a table near a door that most likely lead to a cellar, his last resort. The clip he still had in his hand he jammed into his rifle.

The beasts tried the door, but since it was locked, they went to plan B. They were biting and ripping though the weak wooden door. Then they started jumping through the windows, sending glass spraying on the floor. The roof started to creak; holes started to appear in the cheap wood. A large chunk of wood fell from the roof, and then one of the raptor-like creatures fell right after it. As it fell, it sliced three long vertical lines of skin off Carl's back before its head was blown off. Smoke poured from the barrel of Carl's assault rifle.

He turned around and used the last of his clips on the creatures, jammed in another clip, and was surrounded almost instantly. He grabbed his clips and ran into the cellar. No windows, the floor and walls were made of concrete, and this was the only room. The perfect place, but there was only one door for entrance and exiting, only one door that was now teeming with the creatures.

He shot at them, reloading as fast as he could whenever he needed to. Soon he was down to his last clip. He kept track of the bullets he shot, and when he only had two or three shots left, he aimed high. There was a shelf holding knives and axes and even ammo clips! He hit it with the last of his bullets and knocked it down on top of the creatures. He picked up the ammo clips and loaded his gun. He started firing rounds at the oncoming waves of enemies. He saw a chest he hadn't noticed before and kicked it open with his foot while he kept firing. It had grenades, ammo clips, and...wow... it even had a rocket launcher. Only one rocket, though. He picked up one of the grenades and threw it toward the door. It exploded in a bright flash. When the smoke cleared, the doorway was clear, so he loaded the rocket launcher and stepped under the cellar's doorframe. He fired the rocket into the oncoming hoard. It blew them and one wall away. He stepped out and got rid of the rest with his rifle.

He wasn't the least bit surprised to find all those weapons and ammo in that house. Everyone was preparing for this day.

"Whoa!" Carl thought. "A car! I wonder if it still works?"

He walked over to the car and started to look for the keys. Typical, they were gone. Then he saw something glitter. "Oh," he told himself. "You're such an idiot!" There they were; the keys were in the ignition. He crossed his fingers and turned the keys. The engine sputtered, coughed, then it roared to life. A snarl came in response. He turned around; one of the creatures was in the backseat. He had no time to react. It lunged onto his face and his world went black. The only thing he could think of was two simple words going over and over through his mind.

Game Over!

[EternalPen]

Heh heh, This isn't the FIRST. When I was seven I wrote a story about a hippo (Hyper Hippo), a frog (Bully the Bull Frog) and a bee (Bill the Bee). The frog tried to eat a flie and accidentally ate the Bee. The hippo tried to save them but the bee died from suffacation and stayed in the frogs throat where he choked and killed it.
Lol, I guess I started down my path really early on.

for only being 10, this is remarkably good. i was probably still in nappies.

[EternalPen]

I started off my writing when I was six. I couldn't write then, so I told my ideas to my mom and she would write them and give them to me. That thing about Hyper Hippo, she asked "Don't you want to have a better ending?" And I started to cry and was screaming "I wanted them to DIE!" My dad heard that and thought I went psycho because he didn't hear the rest of it. lol.
But I *slightly* edited this before putting it on here. didn't change description or story line, just... fixed a lot of gramatical and spelling mistakes. lol. There was a LOT of them.

lol, that's quite a funny story.

[rosetheruler]

Hey I thought this was pretty good. And that you could add more to it, since you were only ten when you wrote this. I totlally dig the idea for this being a video game story. Like you know Gears of War, that game rocks, lol.

[EternalPen]

Thank you! ^_^

[Merrywinds]

There is just that some"thing" about these crashing(if somewhat used) game over -endings that always makes me laugh. A good story though, especially for a 10-year -old. Most of the people I know can't even now write a story this good.

[EternalPen]

Thank you very much! I think I wrote (and still do write) WAY too much for my own good. But now that I think about it... you CAN'T write TOO much... can you?

[Tahn]

Very cool story. I like how you made it the last stand of Carl and even put a little bit of humor into his last thoughts "Game Over". I pictured the creatures easily in my mind because of the way you put them as "raptors". I'd keep it just the way it is, it probably has more sentimental values if left untampered. Way to go.

[EternalPen]

haha! Sorry to burst your bubble Tahn, but that was no humor.
I guess no one else got this?
It was all a video game. "Game Over" ran through his head cuz thats the only thing AI thinks when it dies in a video game... I think...
^_^

[Tahn]

Blast! Hehe well thats what I got from this, thanks for informing me upon your story's real explanation. Wow, now I feel dumb lol. Thanks anywho Pen

[EternalPen]

Don't feel dumb. If you got ANYTHING out of it, I am extremely happy! Just glad to know people read it and enjoy it. ^_^

[cubjamaican]

wr[tten this story when you were 10 years old is outstanding.

[S.Augustus]

haha! I love post apocolyptic stuff! Good read! You can tell its a little childish thought. Would be great if you write it again in more detail.

[rmkpeace]

Good story. Could tell it was wrote by a child. Should of went back and spiced it up some to make it even better.

[EternalPen]

Yeah, but patience isn't one of my virtues, if I have any at all. ^_^
Thats kinda bad, being a writer and all, but I'll work on it... later. I love to procrastinate, too.

[RENA HANDS]

I would enjoy much reading this if you ever decide to rewrite it. I almost believed that this man was fighting for his life in a most cannibal future of dinos. I might add not a bad creation for a ten year old. Jeese, I wish I could have been that creative at that age.