The Loner (Short Story)

[Genesis]

(Just a tiny story I felt like writing)

The Loner
-Written by Genesis


A ghost-like figure appeared in the fog, appareled in a dark black trench-coat with a gas mask hiding his face. He strolled into the open, taking a quick glance at his PDA. Yes, he was almost there. Thoughts flew throughout his head, as he went over everything he knew about the town he would be visiting. "A peaceful town......full of friendly S.T.A.L.K.E.R.s, where I could pick up some equipment...". That is what they had told him. Then again, not everyone in the Zone was trustworthy. The faint figure of a town appeared on the horizon. He was getting closer. Then......a moan.

Suddenly, a dark figure came from the mist ahead, the moaning growing closer. The Loner took no time, he raised his gun immediately. "Freeze! Don't move!" he yelled. The figure did not respond, moving closer and closer to him slowly. It slowly began coming out of the fog, it's distorted and mangled body becoming clear. "Zombies...." thought the Loner, firing three shots into it's chest. As he suspected, it kept walking. Three more shots rang out, one finding its way into the being's head. It then dropped to the ground with a resounding thud. The Loner sighed with relief, "I hope that's the only one..". He continued moving towards the town.

He traveled a good distance towards the town before the next one appeared. This time, it's presence was not so clear. A tiny shack appeared before the outskirts of the town. "Might as well check it out..." thought the Loner. He raised his foot quickly, kicking on the door with a thud. The shack door then flew open, revealing a empty room, containing only furniture. He sighed with relief. As he stepped inside to begin searching, he heard a moan from directly behind him. He froze, staring at the wall ahead, unable to turn around, fearing what may be behind him. With a yell, he flung himself around, firing his gun spasmodically. The bullets struck the chest of another zombie, causing it to fall onto it's back, and flail wildly on the ground. He lifted his foot, stepping onto it's chest, and firing a shot into it's forehead.

"Time to get the fuck out of here....." he thought, stepping over the corpse and exiting the shack. He walked a little more, finding himself at the front entrance to the town. A feeling that he was being watched struck him, and he began looking at all the buildings, paranoid. Suddenly, his head began to hurt. He looked around, flailing his gun wildly, and shooting at the littlest things. He quickly turned his view to a building, thinking he saw a shadow run past. "No....no! You won't get me, you won't get me!" he yelled, his headache growing worse. Then, he saw someone....

The Loner stared at the figure, puzzled, walking towards it slowly. "Thank god, maybe he can help!" he thought. Then, the he could see the figure in plain sight. The first thing he noticed was an abnormally large head.....then it's bandaged chest. His head began to throb intensely as he got closer. Then, he realized. "Oh fuck, no!" he thought, running backwards away from it. He ran back towards the shack, running through it's doorway and propping himself up against the wall. "No....no....the fucker won't have me.....I won't become one of them." he said, thinking about the zombies he had just killed. "No....no....he won't...", he said slowly, reaching into his pocket and digging about. He pulled upwards, a grenade appearing in his hand. The figure appeared in the doorway, staring directly into the eyes of the Loner. Then, a click was heard. He pulled the pin....

[Joemoma]

Cool Story Bro...

But seriously, nice going there man, it's a good one.