rkpierre

[rkpierre]

When I was around 11, we lived on a quaint little farm about 30 minutes out of town. We had horses, goats, chickens, cats, and dogs. Three old barns stood on the property and were filled with tools and such. We also have 10 acres of field that my sister and I rode dirt bikes on. The small community we lived in had a population of around 150 people, a church, a fire hall, and a convenience store that acted as a gas station and liquor store. The community was somewhat tight-knit, and everyone seemed to take care of each other. The elementary school I went to had about 80 students with 3 or 4 classrooms, a gymnasium, bathrooms, and a library. Recess consisted of kids running around outside playing "Kick the Can" or "Mission Impossible."

One night at home, I was eating dinner, and I started having chest pain. I did not think anything of it, and I continued to eat my food. After I finished, I went to my room to play some Nintendo or watch TV. While sitting and playing, I had a little thought pop into my head. "What if the chest pain I'm having is a heart attack?" From that thought came panic that I've never experienced before in my life. The type of panic that you never forget is terror. I ran out of my room straight to my parents, asking them about my chest. I continued to complain over and over again, seeking reassurance from them that I was okay. My dad lifted me up, put me on his chest, and hugged me, trying to comfort me, but nothing worked as I was convinced my life was coming to an end.

A nightmare haunted me that night;

I found myself standing alone on a dimly lit train platform, the cold wind sending shivers down my spine. Suddenly, a monstrous, metallic train emerged from the darkness, its wheels screeching against the tracks like a banshee's wail.

The train bore a malevolent presence, adorned with sinister, blood-red eyes that pierced through the night. It sped toward me with relentless force, its deafening horn drowning out my screams. I tried to escape, but my legs felt like lead, rooted to the platform as if bound by an invisible force.

As the train closed in, I saw its windows filled with nightmarish faces, contorted in anguish and despair. I knew that anyone who boarded this train would meet a gruesome fate. Panic coursed through my veins as I desperately sought an escape, but it was futile. The killer train engulfed me in darkness, and with a bone-chilling scream, I jolted awake, drenched in sweat, thankful it was only a nightmare.

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Grades four, five, and six were filled with beatings, bullying, and tormenting. Every recess, I always felt like I had to watch my back due to being previously attacked by older students. I was suspended over twenty times due to retaliation and self-defense. The faculty refused and were unwilling to accept the fact that I was under a barrage of attacks daily. It hit another level when other kids would follow me, and I'd come home with fresh bruises and black eyes.

I remember one instance in particular. We were in gym class, playing basketball. The boys took turns playing the court while the girls hung out on the side talking to each other. I was playing against one kid that I had "beef" with for a few years. He had elbowed me in the nose during the game and shoved me a few times, but I just considered it competitive. Again, he elbowed me in the nose, and I slapped the basketball out of his hands and punched him in the face. He fell to the floor, and I picked him up by his collar, hitting him again. The teacher started shouting at us to get to the office. He got up, holding his nose, which was spewing blood, and jogged to the office with me, shouting obscenities towards him. When we arrived, we sat away from each other until the principal took us into his office and called out our parents.

At this point, my mom had gotten this call dozens of times and was tired of hearing about how "aggressive" I was. She drove to the school, and I could have sworn she kicked the door in. She was so mad. I exclaimed to her that I was exhausted and was done defending myself in a school where the faculty didn't give a shit about my health and safety. My mom told me to wait outside in the hall, and I marched into the principal's office. All I heard was shouting and swearing before she opened the door, grabbed me by the hand, and said, "Are you ready to leave?" saving me from that horrid place.

Four years of hell Four years of cuts, bumps, bruises, punches, and emotional abuse changed me forever.

A nightmare haunted me that night;

I found myself on a dark and desolate train platform. The air is thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the distant, haunting whistle of an approaching locomotive. As the train screeches to a halt before me, its windows reveal a blood-red glow, and I realize it's the killer train, hungry for passengers.

Panic sets in as I scramble to escape, but the platform seems to stretch endlessly in both directions. Just when all hope seems lost, a hero emerges from the shadows. Clad in a cape and armed with determination, they leap onto the tracks, ready to confront the malevolent machine.

The ensuing battle between hero and killer train is a frenzy of sparks, steel, and heart-pounding tension. My saviour displayed remarkable courage and resilience. As the hero finally gains the upper hand, they manage to halt the train and save me from certain doom.

Relief washes over me as the hero stands victorious, ensuring my safety. The nightmare begins to fade, leaving me with a sense of awe at the courage displayed by my heroic savior.

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The first person I ever fell in love with was a girl named Tori. We were in the same grade, shared similar music tastes, and hung out with the same group of people. She was the one I lost my virginity to and the first person I shared that level of vulnerability with.

During the first few months of dating, my mother expressed her distaste for my new partner. My mother was not ok with me having sex in the first place, and she often reminded me that "nobody gets anyone pregnant in my house." So cuddling and physical shows of affection were not appreciated.

One day, I met Tori at the local mall bus stop. She had a large red rash-like mark on the side of her face. I asked her what happened, and she said that she fell down the stairs and told me not to worry about it. When my mom found out, she immediately called the police and reported her parents for abuse.

We dated throughout high school and went to prom together. After school, we moved into a small basement suite together. Things felt magical; we were out on our own and living every day like it was our last. However, I started to notice that she became more and more agitated the longer we lived together. During arguments, she would physically attack me, scratch me, cut me, and burn me, and I would let it happen without retaliation. I didn't tell a soul—I was ashamed.

We ended up moving out of that place and into an apartment building that was very small. I had a job running machinery for a forest company at the time and would be gone for a week at a time. And one day, when I came home, I noticed that my safe had been emptied and she was nowhere to be found. I messaged her and called her dozens of times until she answered. She came home and physically attacked me for raising an issue with her stealing money from me. In an attempt to flee from her, I locked myself in the bathroom. She kicked the door in and attacked me one last time before I picked her up and threw her across the room. I called the police and left the building.

I went and visited my mom and asked her if I could stay with her for a while. My mom and sister told me that I had to leave her as they could see the damage that was being done to my mind and body. My sister also said she was willing to "Go to jail" which I kind of believe due to the circumstances.

I met up with Tori and told her I was done; however, she wasn't done tormenting me. She told me she took the money and spent it on cocaine with this guy she was fucking and partying with when I was gone at work. She also told me she was pregnant. She then went on a bender and tried killing herself, telling me it was her fault for her suicide attempts.

After another three years of being bullied, tormented, diminished, and abused, I persevered.

A nightmare haunted me that night;

In the dream, I find myself in a dimly lit forest, shrouded in an eerie silence. The full moon hangs low in the sky, casting an unsettling glow on the surroundings. As I cautiously move through the trees, you stumble upon a scene that chills me to the bone.

My mother, transformed into a menacing, snarling werewolf, stood amidst a litter of adorable, helpless puppies. Her once-loving eyes are now filled with bloodlust as she hungrily eyes the defenseless pups. With a haunting howl, she lunges towards them, tearing into their fragile bodies.

The terrified yelps of the puppies echo through the night as my mother devours them mercilessly, her fur matted with blood. I stand frozen in horror, unable to intervene or escape the gruesome spectacle. The nightmare leaves you with a profound sense of dread and helplessness as you witness this nightmarish transformation of someone you love.

[rkpierre]

Part 1: Left Behind

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Waking up to the sound of rustling trees and the howling of the wind he sits up. Not knowing anything of his previous experiences or past he frantically looks around for something familiar. All that can be seen is white with the exception of himself.

Standing up, he starts to walk in an unknown direction pulling up his pants to reveal frostbite, his feet are likely the same.

He wasn't wearing nearly enough clothing for how cold it was.

His hands were covered in calluses, and scars. Hair so long it hadn't been cut in months. Severe malnutrition stunted his ability to walk.

After walking for a considerable time he spots an abandoned vehicle in the distance. Inside one vehicle a body sits still. Looking through the window he makes out a middle aged man with a bullet hole in his head with a revolver resting on his lap.

The drivers side was locked, and trying the passenger door was unsuccessful. Taking off his hoodie, he wrapped his arm in it. After several strikes the window caved and the door was opened.

Before entering the vehicle he put his hoodie back on and took a few deep breaths.

Reaching over the seat he grabbed the revolver placing it in his waistband. Also opening all of the compartments around the vehicle finding nothing. He unlocked the drivers side door.

Next - search the body.

Walking back around the vehicle he opened the door. Unfastened the seat belt and grabbed the man by his collar. With little force the body fell out onto the ground. Flipping the body over he started to search each pocket. Several 22. caliber rounds were found for the revolver and also a wallet with a piece of ID in it.

Pocketing the bullets he scanned the ID.

Patty Bryan.

DOB. 1921 - 01- 09

Putting the ID back in the wallet he uttered "Poor son of a bitch."

He took the jean jacket off of the body and put it on. Also replacing his shoes for the dead man's boots.

He then chose a direction and started walking.

Walking, memories and pieces of his past start clouding his mind and consciousness. Flashes of blood and death is the central theme.

Soon he forgets about the pain that covered him and the blizzard that surrounds him. A feeling of warmth and acceptance into this moment encompasses his body.

Nothing else matters.

With a slow turn he looks to his left, and spots as glimmer of orange light.

"This is it, I'm dead."

Thinking that the light is simply a mirage due to his end. He walks towards the light in one last attempt to hold onto reality. As he gets closer he makes out that the light is actually a fire.

Suddenly his body jolts with adrenaline and he runs towards it. Getting closer a few tents enter his vision. Looking at the ground and seeing fresh foot prints he hears voices in the distance and takes cover behind a tree.

The voices start to converge and he starts to load the gun.

Gripping the revolver and pulling the hammer back, he exposes himself to the strangers.

"Who are you?" He said holding the gun at ready.

3 men all apparently unarmed put their hands up, and one of them responds.

"Survivors, like you." Taking a step forward.

Noticing the men are covered in blood he aims the gun up at the stranger.

"I'll kill you, don't come any closer."

The stranger steps forward once again, and a shot goes off striking the man in the chest sending him to the ground.

The other men reacted by running forward.

With an attempt to defend himself he pulls the hammer once again and takes a second shot striking another stranger in the abdomen putting him to his knees.

The third stranger grabs the revolver and attempts to get it away from him. Several trigger pulls prove the gun useless.

No shots left.

Grabbing the stranger by his jacket and throwing him to the ground he wraps his hands around his throat and begins to apply pressure.

Soon the struggle stops.

Getting up, and recovering the revolver the sounds of struggled breathing is heard. Looking down at the remaining foe.

One final shot echoes through the forest.

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Part 2: Burning Anguish

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Looking down at the mess of bodies, he lifts his head and places his hands on his face. A few breaths of relief and guilt are expelled into the air, and soon tears.

Leaning down he starts rummaging through the pockets of the diseased finding a sharp blade. The rest of the bodies were checked and whatever clothing was needed was taken.

The bodies were discarded far from the campsite.

Walking up to the already burning fire, he puts his hands out and simply observes the sensation of warmth.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the knife he had acquired, and put it up to his head removing several pieces of hair until it was short. Throwing the clippings into the fire he also placed a few more pieces of wood to sustain the burn.

His stomach growls with hunger.

"Time to find some food."

Getting far enough away from the campsite to find animals, but staying close enough to not lose it.

He reloads his revolver.

After a few hours of walking and trudging through snow the blizzard subsides.

He sits down for a rest, and spots a rabbit in the distance.

Standing back up, the revolver is lifted. A few heartbeats go by - missed.

The rabbit flees.

Following the tracks, his boots are pulled off several times in the snow.

Wolves howling in the distance he needs to get back soon and continuing to follow would mean losing site of the fire completely.

He again finds an opportunity to take another shot. This time he uses a stump to rest his arms. He takes a few deep breaths and watches the patterns and behaviours.

The rabbit was shot dead.

Examining the rabbit, and walking back to the campsite he carefully places his footsteps to match the ones he left behind.

It's getting darker.

Carefully he approaches the campsite. Looking around for any possible threat that could be waiting for him.

Not a soul.

Sitting down, he starts to skin the rabbit. Cutting the base of its neck, and pulling the hide down towards its feet fully removing it. While trying to remove the head the blade slipped and severally cut his wrist open. Blood covering the snow beneath him he started to panic.

"Dammit!"

Applying pressure to stop the bleeding was without success and the blood loss was only getting worse. He grabbed his revolver, and emptied any remaining ammo. Sticking the barrel in the fire he waited pushing on the wound.

Wolves start to howl, he looks up. Silhouettes surround the camp, and crunching in the snow can be heard behind him.

He withdrew the revolver and pressed the barrel of the gun deep in the wound trying to cauterize it. Flesh sizzled and the pain made his eyes bulge and his toes curl.

The bleeding subsided.

Standing up and spinning in a 360 he's aware of several wolves. They observed him silently and still, eyes glowing from the fire. He began to back up towards the only viable path of escape.

Backing up, he tripped and fell landing on his back rendering him unconscious.

The wolves walked away from the scene - Mercy?

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Part 3: Restoration

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I lifted my head, and looked around for wolves. This sure felt like a dream, or a nightmare.

I rolled over, and got to my knees pushing until I was on my feet.

The snow fell off of my body.

Putting my hands on my scalp I felt the bumps and scrapes. The wound on my wrist had scabbed over and stopped hurting to the extent of which it had before.

The Forest was quiet, and the trees moved with the wind and snowfall.

The fire must have stopped burning hours ago. The entirety of the camp was covered in snow with the halves of tents sticking out.

The sound of a helicopter made me look up, and I thought to myself.

"I wonder if they can see me."

There was no use in screaming as it would alert the wolves, plus they wouldn't hear me anyways.

Looking up, tears started to cover my face. Intense emotion entered my body, and for a minute I felt like giving up. What was the point? I was covered in wounds and disease. Whoever my family was probably forgot about me.

Suddenly I remembered that I left the revolver by the fire.

Digging through the snow I found the revolver underneath. Luckily it hadn't frozen completely. It still looked in good order. No sign of the rabbit I skinned.

Reaching into my pocket I pulled out some bullets and loaded them into the revolver. I placed it back into my waistband and started to walk.

"Maybe I could see something if I got high enough."

I ploughed through snow and had to take several breaks on the way up. My boots almost falling off everytime I stepped. At least I had boots.

After a few hours a tower appeared in the distance. Approaching the tower and not sure of my abilities I had to be careful climbing. I got about half way up before I could see the end of the treeline and a highway of some sorts, also a cave on the side of a mountain. It Wouldn't take me long to get there, maybe I could find warmth.

Climbing back down the tower I looked at the cave and set off.

Shortly after I arrived at the bottom of the cave.

I glanced up and saw rocks and branches sticking out with a ledge at the top. A 20 foot climb. Away from wolves and wind.

I got to the top and fell to my knees in exhaustion.

"Click."

A gun pushed to my skull and a hand pressing down on my shoulder forced me to my stomach.

"Who are you?" The voice said.

"I don't know." I responded.

She stepped back.

"Get up, now."

I pulled myself up.

"If you have any weapons put them on the ground and kick them to me."

I pulled my revolver out of my waistband and the knife from my pocket and dropped them. When I kicked them over she looked down.

"Listen, I lost my memory. I have no clue who I am, or why I'm in this situation." Putting my hands up.

Aiming the gun down she peered at me. "Why should I believe you?"

"Well, I'm perfectly fine walking away from this situation and finding my fate elsewhere. I'd even be defenseless.. I mean no harm."

She stood and contemplated for a few seconds before picking up my revolver and knife and handing it back to me.

She shook my hand and pulled me in. "Don't make me regret this."

I put my weapons away and walked into the cave with her.

"You look like shit." She said laughing.

I looked at her in amazement that she could even laugh.

"Yea, I feel like shit."

I scanned the cave, I saw several different "Rooms". One being a spot for sleep which was just old rags covering dried leaves. Another was a spot with a water filled bucket and towel - probably for bathing. A campfire sat in the middle illuminating the inside.

"How long have you been here for?"

She sat down and started rubbing her hands by the fire.

"A few weeks, maybe longer."

I joined her by the fire.

"Have you seen anyone else?"

"A few, but I stayed quiet not sure of what they'd do to me."

I looked into the fire and flashes of the men I killed started playing through my head - I felt guilty.

She seemed to notice.

"What about you?"

Not wanting to worry her I stayed quiet.

"You're it, I woke up not that long ago. I haven't had much time to search."

The frostburn on my legs started to hurt as my body unthawed.

"I should probably sleep."

She moved from her bed as if to offer it to me.

"Sleep here, in a few hours I'll wake you up to keep watch."

I silently agreed by laying down on the bed.

She sat down positioned to look at the entrance of the cave. Close enough to the fire to keep warm.

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

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Part 4: Transformation

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I woke up in a sweat by the fire, but still cold. I felt a throbbing pain in my legs and feet. I pulled up my pants - I had a massive infection that had spread through the frostbite and up my legs.

Without any form of antibiotics or medical help I was surely doomed.

I sat up as my fellow survivor walked in.

She looked down at my legs.

"That's pretty bad."

I agreed. "Do you have anything that could help?"

"No I don't, can you still walk?"

I grabbed the side of the cave and pulled myself up. Every step I took put pressure on the wounds.

"The cold must have kept the swelling down." I said wincing.

She got closer and had a better look.

"Without medical attention, you're going to lose your legs."

I thought to myself that I'd rather die then have my legs removed.

"That's not happening. I should leave. My only chance of saving my legs is out there."

She walked to the entrance of the cave and looked out. It wasn't snowing and the sun was illuminating the land.

"I saw a highway last night, do you think it's still active?"

She came back into the cave and grabbed a pair of binoculars from a bag handing them to me.

"See for yourself."

I walked over to the entrance exiting the cave. Sighting the binoculars correctly I looked down at the highway. It was completely covered in snow.

"Shit, it doesn't look like anyone has used it in months."

She looked at me in confusion.

"You really have no idea what happened do you?"

I walked back into the cave towards the fire.

"What do you mean?"

She stopped for a second staring at me.

"Well theres a war, and several parts of the world were destroyed by bombs."

I looked at her in disbelief.

"Atomic Bombs?"

"Yea."

I paced back and forth wondering what I was going to do.

"Last I heard the United States had become a nuclear wasteland, and Russia had become a crater. When the first bomb dropped I traveled as far north as my car could get me. My family lived there. They are surely dead."

I started putting on my gear and got ready to set out.

"Our chances aren't good out there, but we're going to die in this cave are you coming with me?"

She sat down.

"No, I intend on dying here. Not out there."

I gathered the rest of my things and walked out. I scaled the side of the mountain and back down to the ground. My fever was starting to get bad, and I had miles to travel before I reached any form of civilization.

Walking I could feel the pressure in my legs increasing. They were swollen twice the size by now. Most probably flesh eating disease.

I walked for what seemed like hours. Fading in and out of consciousness as I was walking.

I walked up another hill and got to the top. I looked down and saw the highway. Completely undisturbed.

I walked up and instinctually looked both ways.

When I turned back to cross the highway I locked eyes with a stranger.

A man, approximately 30 years old with a beard and winter clothing. Behind him a little girl.

"Don't move." He said.

The fever had completely taken over me, and I was unable to think or speak.

I looked like a monster. He could see the revolver in my waistband.

I stepped forward with my arms out in an attempt to reach for help.

"Pleaase."

He fired off a shot at my feet to keep me back.

"I'm warning you, leave!"

Not understanding what he said I stepped forward again. I reached into my waistband to surrender my weapon.

Then nothing.

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"I'm sorry you had to see that sweety. Stay there!"

He walked up to the body, and checked for a pulse. Blood gushing out of his chest - Dead.

Looking down at the man's legs, his ankles were exposed. Black and Blue with frostbite.

He searched the body and took the revolver and the remaining ammunition.

He grabbed his daughters hand, and they left the scene entering the forest.

Traveling for hours they saw an abandoned campsite in the distance. Tents sticking out of the snow. They slowly approached the campsite when they heard someone talking.

Hiding behind a rock they looked out - 5 men wearing heavy clothing and armed with weapons started pulling dead men from underneath the snow.

They stayed quiet as the men un-burried their dead allies from the campsite.

Wolves started surrounding the area.

He covered his daughters eyes as the men were ripped apart by the pack.

After the fight the wolves looked at him and his daughter, and disappeared into the forest.

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