Here is part one of the series.
Into The Mist
Journal entry 1.
November 17 2009 2:23AM
I awoke from a loud shriek outside my 5th story apartment building, I stood up and glanced outside. There was fog covering the whole street, it was slowly rising from the ground up. I put on my trench coat and a flash light because it was pitch dark and the moon was not even showing because of the tall buildings plus all of the street lights were out. I walked out of my door and hear something crawling up the stairs from the 4th floor, making a groaning sound as it was making its way up. As fast as I can I ran to the elevator and pressed the ground button, it was getting closed but I still cant see it behind the corner. The elevator is 2/5 way up to my floor and I can see the figure start to emerge from the corner. Its hands were torn, its head came out of the corner, it was gray and white with a brown shirt that was half way torn, its face is facing the opposite wall. The elevator makes a loud *ding* as it reaches my floor and it catches the creatures attention, I ran in as fast as I can and hope the doors close before it gets in.
The doors close behind me and that's when I sat down on the floor to rest for I was sweating like a man in a winter coat in the summer. I stand up and press the ground floor button. As the elevator descends I can hear the things scratching on the elevator doors making moaning and groaning sounds, I was more afraid than before for I didn’t know what was on the first floor. I was prepared to sacrifice my flash light by beating those things brains out, I walked to the corner and waited. The elevator stopped and the doors opened, a foul smell poured in like the kind when you walk passed a dead cat but ten times worse. The coast was clear and I crouch my way out and find two police officers
Dead in a corner behind a flipped table that was used for cover, I looked through and found an ordinary Glock 17 and two mags, car keys, *which I will not use, the streets must be flooded with them and running over them will not help because the bodies will pile under me until something breaks, or stops.* and a bottle of vodka from an officer?
I packed the items in my bag and put the gun in my pocket. I walk out of the front doors and see a horrifying sight, all of the cars still have their lights turned on, the radio is playing, the streets are filled with news papers, boxes, and bodies. I was hoping the smell was gone but it just got worse. The wind was just hot and humid air, and I had the feeling to gag, I covered my mouth and walked down the misty road.
Part one complete
