Tuesday, November 18, 2014

A Page Straight From Ian V. Hamrick #apagestraightfrom

NOT YET PUBLISHED

Rise of the 4 
by
Ian V. Hamrick

For it is said that he whose name stirs the darkest of souls betrayed his brothers of blood and soul, not for him own gain. But to save us all.

Translated from
Lost books of the apocalypse, Chapter 3 verse 16

We made it through, Another day another fight, not sure if we won. All that I know is that my I survived another day. I am looking down into the dark hole contemplating if I should make the jump. The sweat on my hand causes the AK to slip from my grasp.

The ground is cold. The wind pierces through my dull grey wool coat, my toes hang over the edge of the abyss. It calls to me, I look down and close my eyes I can feel the wind press against the tense muscles in my back. I open my eyes slightly and I start to see double I can feel the invisible hand of the abyss begin squeezes around my body and pull me into the bottomless pit. I don’t try to resist, maybe falling in will bring some relief. I want to go to it, I want to give into the pit. The ringing gets louder and louder, so painful. I try to yell but no sound escapes my lips. Now that I finally decided to let it all go. I release the tension in my back and shoulder and let the push of the wind and the pull of the invisible hand take me away.

Today I will be released from my walless prison,

Another hand with the strength of a gorilla grabs my shoulder and yanks me away from the bottomless pit. The only man I know with that kind of strength and size is Alan. He pulls away so hard I lose my balance and fall on a pile of blood soaked rocks, broken concrete and steel. The smell of burning gas, rotting corpses and melted plastic return to my sense but the ringing between my ears is ever so intense. Looking up I can see Alan’s lips move, I couldn’t make out his words. The clear blue sky explodes high above behind his head. It did not take a genius to

figure out that he was pulling me away from danger. Alan a giant of a man easily over 6’6 with the muscle to back up his large stature. Before I knew it he lifted me up off the ground and tossed me over his shoulder and began to walk away from the destruction that began above us. I was too weak to fight him off and the pain became intolerable and I passed out of our world and entered the dark world of my visions.

I hated sleeping.

When I finally awoke I looked down and saw my arms dangling. I was still on Alan’s shoulder, and then I heard the sound of fist against steel. We were back at our camp. I was too weak to move, the heavy metal door whine itself open. Alan walked in with me on his shoulder a black object caught the corner of my eyes. I looked over and saw the barrel of an AR 15 that one of the guards had slung from his neck. The door slammed shut and the lock turned as Alan slowly sat me down I leaned back against the wall I pulled my knees toward my chest and rested my elbows on them as I held my head in my hands. I could feel Alan’s body heat he slowly sat down next to me and didn’t say a word as he looked down the long and wide hallway. My ass felt cold as I felt the concrete through my clothes. The white walls have seen much better days. Black marks covered the walls from past firefights and the paint was slowly either fading or chipping away as time was catching up with the aged bunker.
I heard Alan take a deep breath as his body rested after the long walk back to our camp.

“Why?”

Alan looked at me his face still seemed to reflect a childlike innocence even with the world going to hell and our lives are in danger daily.

“Why, did you come find me? Why did you rescue me?”

“What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?” His reply and tone disarmed me. I looked down at the cold grey concrete, a small ant sculled in between my legs.

“You know I am not wanted here. You know everyone thinks I am a freak. You should have left me to die”

Alan put his giant paw on my shoulder and said “You are still one of us and I will not let you die even by your own hand.”

I pulled my shoulder away from his hand as I looked at him angrily over my shoulder
“It is my life, Alan. It should be my choice when and where I end it!!!”
Alan slowly rose to his feet and began to walk away after a few steps he stopped and while still looking ahead he replied.

“Haven’t we seen enough death.”

When I finally awoke I looked down and saw my arms dangling. I was still on Alan’s shoulder, and then I heard the sound of fist against steel. We were back at our camp. I was too weak to move, the heavy metal door whine itself open. Alan walked in with me on his shoulder a black object caught the corner of my eyes. I looked over and saw the barrel of an AR 15 that one of the guards had slung from his neck. The door slammed shut and the lock turned as Alan slowly sat me down I leaned back against the wall I pulled my knees toward my chest and rested my elbows on them as I held my head in my hands. I could feel Alan’s body heat he slowly sat down next to me and didn’t say a word as he looked down the long and wide hallway. My ass felt cold as I felt the concrete through my clothes. The white walls have seen much better days. Black marks covered the walls from past firefights and the paint was slowly either fading or chipping away as time was catching up with the aged bunker.

I heard Alan take a deep breath as his body rested after the long walk back to our camp.

“Why?”

Alan looked at me his face still seemed to reflect a childlike innocence even with the world going to hell and our lives are in danger daily.

“Why, did you come find me? Why did you rescue me?”

“What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?” His reply and tone disarmed me

I looked down at the cold grey concrete, a small ant sculled in between my legs.

“You know I am not wanted here. You know everyone thinks I am a freak. You should have left me to die”

Alan put his giant paw on my shoulder and said “You are still one of us and I will not let you die even by your own hand.”

I pulled my shoulder away from his hand as I looked at him angrily over my shoulder

“It is my life, Alan. It should be my choice when and where I end it!!!”

Alan slowly rose to his feet and began to walk away after a few steps he stopped and while still looking ahead he replied.

“Haven’t we seen enough death.”


http://riseofthe4.wix.com/riseofthe4 - The Site to watch for the release of Ian's novel.

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