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Right Eyes

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Building something great takes years but to destroy it... it takes a single night. Dylan lost everything in a matter of hours. The world had to face a enemy it was fated to lose. How would you survive the apocalypses and your own conscious?

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Chapter 1 - Zero Hour

When time struck at Zero Hour, the world took its final stand. Humans versus monsters that came from Hell. The monsters spread through the quiet village like monstrous locusts, seeking new prey. The screams woke Dylan up, who sat up, confused. It was quite late, 1:00 AM to be exact, and he expected the whole village to be silent. Perhaps some teenagers had drove into the village to cause chaos? No, the screams- they were of pure terror.

Dylan looked outside and for the first time in his life, he couldn't look away. People ran down across the road, screaming in fear. Behind them were large monsters who chased them, snarling and growling. They seemed to be enjoying the thrill of the chase. One of the beasts jumped onto a running victim, who gave one final scream before his throat was ripped out by the monsters sharp teeth. Dylan looked away and vomited, stunned with shock.

The monsters crowded over the body and began to gorge themselves, devouring hunks of the corpses flesh. The beasts were huge, possibly 7 foot tall. Their faces were not human, but instead their faces were oddly similar to... wolves. Their eyes shone white in the darkness, red stained their demonic teeth. Their fur was covered with dried blood, possibly belonging to previous victims.

Dylan ran into his parents room, expecting no one there, but to his surprise his father was there, leaning next to a wall. A gruesome wound was covered by his bloody hand, and a gun was resting at his free hand. Lying still on the floor was Dylan's mother, a bullet lodged into her skull. Her face was expressionless, tears streaming down her cheeks. Dylan looked at his father, tears building up. His father slowly staggered towards him, picking up the gun.

He rested his hand on Dylan's shoulder. Then he slowly turned towards his head towards Dylan's mother and looked at him again. Then he gave a soft smile. "You weren't attacked, right?" he asked. Dylan didn't response, paralyzed with fear. His father then walked to his desk and produced a syringe with a blue liquid inside of it. Then he limped towards Dylan again. He gestured to pull back his sleeves. Dylan did it. Then, without warning, his father injected the serum into Dylan. Dylan gasped. His father began muttering softly. "When your old enough, find my office. You won't turn into these...things. Find my office and finish what I started. Finish it." Dylan began to feel drowsy. "Your uncle is coming. Good luck, my son." Dylan collapsed, his eyes barely open to see his father rest his pistol on his skull.

His father was reunited with his mother.