St. Petersburg, Russia. The prospect of Nevsky.
December 15th, 2057.
Firing continuously, I can feel the heat quickly searing through the handguard of the gun, I gasped for air as I tried to hold the weight of the gun, control the recoil to my best ability, and run away from whatever that thing is. I have four more magazines left, constantly reminding myself while I laid fire into it, I am starting to get used to how loud the gunshot is, and I can see the flames breathing out of the muzzle clearly, as well as blood splashing from that thing whenever it's hit. As I moved down the street, I quickly ducked into a small alley adjacent to the main road after I flipped over a car that blocked it. I could feel my heart jumping through my throat, nauseated, exhausted, I leaned back onto a door. Carrying the rifle has made my arm sore, I hugged it close, and I can see vapor coming off of the barrel. After I caught my breath, somewhat, I peeked out slightly, and this thing creature was sitting on top of the car, probably two meters away from me, clicking loudly. I panicked and pulled the trigger; caught off guard, I couldn't control the recoil, the gun started to spit fire, kicking up a few inches from my foot, all the way up through that thing and to the sky. A couple of rounds hit it, I think, I saw for a split second some new holes on its torso, as well as a chunk of its face being taken off; I fell back, quickly turned around, and started to crawl-run away from it. Dashing down the alley, it suddenly started to emit this awful, ear-piercing screech, I looked back, and it was on the car, standing on the hind legs, screaming into the sky. I kept running and felt blood soaking through my jeans, it burns from the inside, and the pain is almost too much to bear, but I have to run, I have to.
Coming out of the alley, I arrived at the street on the other side, full of crashed cars and trash. Stumbled to a van, I could taste the metallic smell of blood as it fumed in the air. The only thing keeping me at ease is the rifle slung around my body. As I rested onto the back seat of a torn apart van, I could feel my blood soaking through the seat. Exhaustion to the extreme, my vision became blurry and narrow, muffled moans froze at my throat, although too weak to lift a finger, my mind still functions, barely. There it is again, those clicking noise and footsteps. I mustered all my strength to push the safety lever down and it didn't take much before everything turned dark...
I heard it. That depriving silence.