Ricebowl 70

  A cold wind blows as the angels cry, your eyes glancing up into the sky to see that it was a bloody red, the clouds coming together to form a cyclone above you as you ran. It seems that the day had finally come and the dead had finally risen, clawing their way out of the dirt and chasing after you with you not only having to deal with them but having to deal with demons as well. Still you had managed to escape the cavalcade of demons and deadites that were around you, running off into the forest with a shotgun in hand, getting ready to blast anything and everything that came your way. Sweat dripped down your body as you held the gun in your hand, flexing against it as your harsh grip caused the mechanical components to dig into your skin. You looked behind yourself and into the foggy reaches of the forest, seeing as trees twisted into the red abyss that was above you, the occasional crack of lighting revealing more of their aged forms, the roaring of thunder keeping you aware of ...

  Your taste buds had a dreadful habit of tasting what was in the air which was unfortunate due to the fact that your nose was often blind to the subtle things. You had grown to know the taste of petrol, of which was warm and wet, as well as things like burning wood but the one that you were most fond of was paint. It tasted dry on the tongue, almost dehydrating in the same way that chalk was although you rarely had the chance to smell it but today was one of those lucky days that you could. You looked down at the paints you had around you, mostly consisting of ink blacks, stellar blues, a pale white and golden shades of yellow before looking back to your canvas and then to your muse who had found herself laying on your sofa, one of her legs perched into the air and the other laying against the arm. You let out a hum to yourself as you would move back to the painting, the woman’s skin being rather meticulously detailed, various shades of blue melding together across it as you’d gla...

  All you could smell in the air was broken glass, burning metal and the strong scent of death in the air as you tried to run for your life from these things overrunning the city. You had no idea how they got there but all you knew was that they were rampaging through the streets, either killing those that came across them or infecting people to turn them into more of themselves. You had seen various types of these beasts as you ran, these horrific amalgamations of flesh and bone, their skins a rotting brown with a slick liquid dripping across them, some of them even adding other bodies to their mass for more strength. You hadn’t, thankfully, had any close encounters with them,only seeing completely ripped apart bodies of people and Necromorphs alike with you having picked up a rifle just in case anything popped up. You were currently moving what used to be the subway, the sounds of explosions and screaming echoing out above you with you hearing the sound of the tracks creaking und...