The Forsaken City

The Forsaken City


Written By: TheForsakenCity


No one expected it to happen. Who could? Things happened so quickly after our “friends” stabbed us in the back. It was a January morning when the sirens went off and it only took until noon for the forsaken to be on every street in the district. I was serving under Sergeant Anders and our objective was to guard the Community Center’s shelter while civilians rushed to evacuate the surface. Of course this was true in the most basic aspect but what was really meant was to let anyone uncontaminated through and stop anyone or anything else. I saw a lot of sin that day and I had a fair share of it. I knew better not to act based on morals or common practice.
We let a child, a little girl through, even though she was contaminated. Our medic was killed because she turned. I saw it all happen. I don’t know why I didn’t stop it. I should’ve ended it as the cloud she carried found her skin. She didn’t turn fast either; it looked slow and painful. Her skin turned grayish green and almost seemed to boil and melt through her clothes. The joints of her body cracked and shifted upright making her taller than she actually was. Her hair receded into her scalp much like her clothes had disappeared leaving perhaps two strands of black hair barely visible. Her face...her face seemed to lose all defining features as her lips locked together and her nose turned to a snout. The eyes, however, were worst of all. When the chemical reached her eyes she tried to cry it out with tears running down her cheeks. As it hardened it had left a film of toxic green where white used to be. Underneath them still remained her tears; they weren’t sage nor were they toxic green. They were a dark forest green…. easy to discriminate from the skin of her face and the film of her eyes.
When she became inflicted she was screaming but it soon silenced as her mouth shut and fused with the rest of the skin on her face. She was silent and only stood there for a few moments. I had seen this many times before. Her mind, her spirit, and her personality were slipping away as she in her entirety became this monster. No one thought twice about the screaming. They thought she was just shocked from the terrors of the inner city. Slowly and silently she walked over to the unsuspecting medic who was working on making sure people admitted to the shelter got the medicine they needed. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream out for help. It was as if I were paralyzed. She reached out her hand as she drew closer and closer in towards him. Her fingernails were like claws. Somebody behind us screamed from the entrance, “Outbreak!” and the time seemed to speed up; the girl looked towards the front and let out a sort of a growl. She proceeded to pounce on the medic before he had any chance to react.
For a minute straight she slashed at the medic’s back while Sergeant Anders calmly walked to the scene. His figure was tall and intimidating as he came towards them wearing a full suit of black combat armor and a large revolver cocked and ready in his left hand. The medic howled for help as Sergeant Anders pointed the weapon at the girl’s head, took a breath, and fired. She stood up for a minute as if confused as to what just happened until she fell to the ground. The medic, still alive, gasped and coughed while he tried reaching his hand out for the Sergeant to help him. The sergeant looked at him on ground for a moment, his pistol at his side and his stature still confident and strong. He aimed the revolver hesitantly at the medic’s forehead. “I’m sorry.” he whispered. Suddenly I felt in control and urged myself to look away. I closed my eyes tight. It was a single gunshot, but one that seemed louder than the thousands I’ve heard in the past followed by silence. I still did not look. I stood there like before until I felt a firm grip around my shoulder.
“Clean the mess.” Anders ordered and that was all he needed to say to me.
Matches. Lighter fluid. The mess cleaner’s equipment. No funeral. Never a funeral. Takes too much time, especially during a crisis. While the others protected the front I was collecting dog tags off a guy I barely knew and had to wrap up corpses of a child and a soldier in thick tarp. Containment. That was all we needed to remember right now. The forsaken feel nothing, they feel no sorrow or empathy. That’s what I think at least. Couldn’t allow the cloud to leave the decaying body. Couldn’t risk the medic either. Containment. A sad reality not washed away by the overwhelming smell of lighter fluid. I struck the match once against the box and only sparks flared into the air. I struck it twice more but not even sparks those times. There was a lot of gunfire at the front; it was hard to hear from inside, but it was there.
I was up there on the front-line at the start but I was lucky enough to be put into the secondary defense. It’s hard to ignore it all, especially when you lived through a war. I struck the match again and it lit. Explosions were going off now. That meant that they must be fighting a horde of them. I tried to focus on the match. The fire was so beautiful when I held it in my hand. I wished I didn’t have to waste it on a purpose so grim but that was its job. I dropped the match. The tarps and the bodies ignited.
“Second line!” a nameless voice called from the front.I looked towards the entrance and grabbed my rifle.
A single file line of soldiers sprinted to and through the door. I ran up from the rear only getting a glance of what was left of the first line. The sergeant standing there signaling the two of the ten still alive back and making sure we got into position. I saw a former member of the first line being dragged into the cloud. No one, not even I, tried to save him. I didn’t try to save him.
The alley way was lined with the black and grey stains of landmine explosions and bits of flesh caught in the razor wire. The once clear path had become unrecognizable from the violence that occurred there. The sound of powerful fans muffled the screams coming from the streets and silenced any orders the sergeant tried hollering while we were guarding the front. I was scared because of that. We had to constantly have a visual with Anders to receive orders and this left us vulnerable if someone wasn’t watching.
I wondered how they broke through the area and I found myself standing there imagining the situation play out. Some idiot would be standing there imagining the worst situation possible and would end up killing everyone. I turned pale by the thought. I remember my rifle seemed heavier than usual. I would reexamine it every couple of minutes to make sure it’d work. I thought we wouldn’t be there long because we had more experience. The ones with experience always were placed on the second line and any new recruits would come in to experience what we already had. All I had to do was wait until they came. Everyone besides me seemed to be having no trouble doing what they were supposed to be doing. They seemed to be looking around at each other to assure we were all paying attention, checking their guns every couple of minutes, and making sure to constantly look at the alley’s entrance.
The sergeant came in and out to ensure the others were alright. I knew he had to come in and out of the vault, the bunker, and the front line in case if any of the civilians were having any trouble with “the plan” or the soldiers needed additional aid. To this day I am still curious to what this “the plan” was. No one had ever addressed it by anything else but “the plan.” Why not just “a plan” or just “plan.” I had no problem with this at the time though because I was a soldier then; a pawn.
Time passed and nothing came for hours including the forsaken. It wasn’t right, I knew that. The forsaken were persistent hunters and I’d been told before that they had no need to sleep anymore. What I found comical was that my shift had been going according to plan and I was worried about it “going as planned.” Imagine a city of mayhem and mayhem chooses not to knock on your door.
I’d never think to look up if I didn’t feel like I could relax a bit and look up towards the night sky. Pebbles hit my face as a shadowy figure passed over from one rooftop to another. No one was allowed on the rooftops since there was no safe way to get onto or get down from them in the city. I looked towards the alley but glanced towards the rooftops every couple of seconds. Others began to notice after a little bit that I maintained a tendency to only stare up and I signaled for someone to light a flare.
The sergeant bent down and grabbed a flare from inside his boot. It was a standard candle shape with a crimson red base and a short black knob at the top. He twisted it, jerked it around a bit and then shook it heavily until it lit a bright neon orange. We were taught this color in particular meant “caution.” Anders rose up and tossed it into the air onto the roof of the midnight black building on our left. Three of us, not including the sergeant, waited for something. I don’t think we knew what we were waiting for exactly at the time, just something.
We couldn’t hear where or when it had landed and no words could be spoken over the fan so we just stood until it was heard over the fans. It being a gunshot. Our attention diverted to the front of the alley where what appeared to be illuminated sets of toxic green eyes stood visible in the darkness of the green cloud. The rest of the squad pointed their weapons towards the front getting ready for a horde. One thing was sure with the forsaken; if they were on the streets they were never alone. More sightings became clear and one by one they disappeared as our magazines emptied into the cloud.
They never got the chance to walk more than five steps into the alley but there was just one wouldn’t be there long because we had more experience. The ones with experience always were placed on the second line and any new recruits would come in to experience what we already had. All I had to do was wait until they came. Everyone besides me seemed to be having no trouble doing what they were supposed to be doing. They seemed to be looking around at each other to assure we were all paying attention, checking their guns every couple of minutes, and making sure to constantly look at the alley’s entrance.
The sergeant came in and out to ensure the others were alright. I knew he had to come in and out of the vault, the bunker, and the front line in case if any of the civilians were having any trouble with “the plan” or the soldiers needed additional aid. To this day I am still curious to what this “the plan” was. No one had ever addressed it by anything else but “the plan.” Why not just “a plan” or just “plan.” I had no problem with this at the time though because I was a soldier then; a pawn.
Time passed and nothing came for hours including the forsaken. It wasn’t right, I knew that. The forsaken were persistent hunters and I’d been told before that they had no need to sleep anymore. What I found comical was that my shift had been going according to plan and I was worried about it “going as planned.” Imagine a city of mayhem and mayhem chooses not to knock on your door.
I’d never think to look up if I didn’t feel like I could relax a bit and look up towards the night sky. Pebbles hit my face as a shadowy figure passed over from one rooftop to another. No one was allowed on the rooftops since there was no safe way to get onto or get down from them in the city. I looked towards the alley but glanced towards the rooftops every couple of seconds. Others began to notice after a little bit that I maintained a tendency to only stare up and I signaled for someone to light a flare.
The sergeant bent down and grabbed a flare from inside his boot. It was a standard candle shape with a crimson red base and a short black knob at the top. He twisted it, jerked it around a bit and then shook it heavily until it lit a bright neon orange. We were taught this color in particular meant “caution.” Anders rose up and tossed it into the air onto the roof of the midnight black building on our left. Three of us, not including the sergeant, waited for something. I don’t think we knew what we were waiting for exactly at the time, just something.
We couldn’t hear where or when it had landed and no words could be spoken over the fan so we just stood until it was heard over the fans. It being a gunshot. Our attention diverted to the front of the alley where what appeared to be illuminated sets of toxic green eyes stood visible in the darkness of the green cloud. The rest of the squad pointed their weapons towards the front getting ready for a horde. One thing was sure with the forsaken; if they were on the streets they were never alone. More sightings became clear and one by one they disappeared as our magazines emptied into the cloud.
They never got the chance to walk more than five steps into the alley but there was just one wouldn’t be there long because we had more experience. The ones with experience always were placed on the second line and any new recruits would come in to experience what we already had. All I had to do was wait until they came. Everyone besides me seemed to be having no trouble doing what they were supposed to be doing. They seemed to be looking around at each other to assure we were all paying attention, checking their guns every couple of minutes, and making sure to constantly look at the alley’s entrance.
The sergeant came in and out to ensure the others were alright. I knew he had to come in and out of the vault, the bunker, and the front line in case if any of the civilians were having any trouble with “the plan” or the soldiers needed additional aid. To this day I am still curious to what this “the plan” was. No one had ever addressed it by anything else but “the plan.” Why not just “a plan” or just “plan.” I had no problem with this at the time though because I was a soldier then; a pawn.
Time passed and nothing came for hours including the forsaken. It wasn’t right, I knew that. The forsaken were persistent hunters and I’d been told before that they had no need to sleep anymore. What I found comical was that my shift had been going according to plan and I was worried about it “going as planned.” Imagine a city of mayhem and mayhem chooses not to knock on your door.
I’d never think to look up if I didn’t feel like I could relax a bit and look up towards the night sky. Pebbles hit my face as a shadowy figure passed over from one rooftop to another. No one was allowed on the rooftops since there was no safe way to get onto or get down from them in the city. I looked towards the alley but glanced towards the rooftops every couple of seconds. Others began to notice after a little bit that I maintained a tendency to only stare up and I signaled for someone to light a flare.
The sergeant bent down and grabbed a flare from inside his boot. It was a standard candle shape with a crimson red base and a short black knob at the top. He twisted it, jerked it around a bit and then shook it heavily until it lit a bright neon orange. We were taught this color in particular meant “caution.” Anders rose up and tossed it into the air onto the roof of the midnight black building on our left. Three of us, not including the sergeant, waited for something. I don’t think we knew what we were waiting for exactly at the time, just something.
We couldn’t hear where or when it had landed and no words could be spoken over the fan so we just stood until it was heard over the fans. It being a gunshot. Our attention diverted to the front of the alley where what appeared to be illuminated sets of toxic green eyes stood visible in the darkness of the green cloud. The rest of the squad pointed their weapons towards the front getting ready for a horde. One thing was sure with the forsaken; if they were on the streets they were never alone. More sightings became clear and one by one they disappeared as our magazines emptied into the cloud.
They never got the chance to walk more than five steps into the alley but there was just one problem: there were only six of us left of the nine that came in. The sergeant was gone as well. I was hoping that’d he come back and signal us out to reveal reinforcements had arrived near the entrance of the alley but he didn’t. He was gone. I looked towards the back door in an area I noticed immediately that was shut off from the top along with a seal-able gate reinforced by strong metal bars. From there I retreated back and two of the others followed swiftly with great haste. Those who didn’t follow I can’t say exactly what happened to them but I was soon to learn that their final fate had been sealed. As we got the past the second entrance door the lights went
out and then the radios and then the turrets, the door control, the computers......the fans.
The strong metal doors closed behind us sounded like a hammer crashing down against a sheet of metal. From there I knew the sound of the fans were deafened but there was silence and nothing more. Nothing was holding the cloud back and the men outside the gate would soon be consumed by the cloud. I had found myself trying to cover up the vents to prevent the cloud from getting inside. I had known it’d only be a matter of time before the cloud would slowly drift inside the sealed entranced via sewer ventilation. It was a waste however, I only later learned that the cloth I used only delayed the forsaken cloud from seeping into the room. It does not prevent it from entering. Soon after, the outer door’s control handle went up and down sporadically. It was only then when I realized no matter how much anyone messes with the lever on the outside of that door the entrance will never open. I tried not to pay attention to it and looked around for anything that could benefit my survival. The others’ priorities weren’t clear as they indulged in self-pity. I decided I couldn’t be bothered as the state of order recessed into chaos. Although I retained myself in the crisis I was no stranger to the emotions they felt and I struggled to maintain my clear thinking.
This city’s alley was not to be my grave marked only by dog tags buried in swollen grayish green skin. Madness would not take me and neither would the forsaken that day. I had continued to search the area until I noticed that there was still a lit red service light above the shelter’s massive dark metal door. I observed it carefully hoping that my mind had not fallen into a false hope and this was not simply an illusion my mind devised out of a pure insanity of impending death. I might of stood there a moment more if I had not heard coughing behind me. The cloud had reached the vents and the others were starting to shift into the monsters they once feared. I snuck to the door hoping not to alarm the others because I was unsure if the inflicted even had ears anymore.
The switch to the door was a simple lever that could be pulled or pushed only after an identification tag was revealed to the scanner and approved of course. I held out my hand grasping onto my identification. I remember it was shaking even when I tried to steady it with my other hand. The red scan line moved across the card slowly as it inspected each and every detail scripted on it. The door opened from the center. It was loud at first like the roar of a power drill almost but then it was quiet like someone exhaling after taking a long, deep breath. The coughing behind me turned to screaming and gunfire. I spared no time to rush inside and close the door behind me. I was a coward and maybe I still am. I’m also still alive because of that choice I made. For many years I’d never really know nor question what became of Sergeant Anders.

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