The only hope

Morning shows her beauty to the faces of those who woke bright and early , only to one the light doesn't shine for he is still sleeping , had a rough night. His wife called him a loser and that he will never amount to anything, this day he was going to try and prove her wrong.
The alarm clock goes off he gets out of bed with a determined look on his face he does his daily ritual, goes to the bathroom washes his face brushes his teeth takes a shower and than starts thinking what to do to prove his wife wrong, the wife that left him. He remembered about this gun he used to have , he takes it fills it with bullets and thinks to rob a bank and kidnap his wife and go to a lovely place only for themselves.
With his mind set he's off to the bank with a sky mask and a gun hidden in his jacket.
On the street he felt like he was alone , felt different , like he didn’t t belong everyone was watching him , analyzing the way he looks walks he looked very suspicious.
He arrives at the bank , every eye was on him , he hesitated for a moment but still managed to pull the gun out his jacket and shouts with a shivering voice, like he was scared:
-Nobody move , this is a heist.
So they listen , they didn’t t move , they were as scared as the robber was as well. Our man went to the bank manager and asked him to put all the money in a bag. The bank manager had a drop of courage and tried to sound the alarm , but our robber hand itchy finger and pulled the trigger wounding the manager.
Blood was everywhere , the smell was inviting , something weird was happening , the eyes of those in the bank turned red , their fangs started to grow they seemed to be very hungry. They jumped on the bank manager and started devouring him , and manager in return was doing the same. Our thief was scared out of his mind he froze ,he started shooting randomly but no one seemed to fall anymore , they were more enticed and smelled the fear of our man. He tried to run but no luck the door was blocked and those in the bank started eating him up too , started from his neck and went down to his arms and legs his veins were straws to his blood supply. For you see while our robber was sleeping a terrible virus was unleashed upon the world , a virus that was meant for cell regeneration developed in a virus that made men into beasts. The thief was the only one who wasn’t infected , he was the only hope for humans to survive , he was the antidote but insecurity and the love of a woman drove him to madness and thus the human is no more.

The girl with matches

It was a dark cold winter night. The streets were empty. A girl sits with her bear feet in the white cold snow. A white gown covers her milk like skin. With a shivering voice she says:
-Matches, matches cheap matches. Get your matches for 2 pennies.
A drunken college boy returning from a party wants to light a cigarette but no fire. He hears the girl that was selling matches and decides to buy a box. He sees her, he notices her beauty and innocence and after buying the matches he starts flirting with her whilst trying to light his cigarette, but with every match he wasted because of the wind the girl seemed to become more and more irritated. After he lights his smoke takes the girl by the waist and tries to kiss her. She doesn’t fight back. She proposes to him to enter a block hallway. The kiss becomes more and more intense , her lips starts to taste like gasoline , her body , her gown starts to be soaked in gasoline. The student rushes into the feeling and starts to get naked and smothers the girl with hugs and kisses, he starts smelling like gasoline as well his body was now soaked in it. At that moment the girl pushes him back lights a match and throws it on him. He catches on fire from head to toe.
The boy runs outside screaming, flesh burning , his eyes red. He tries to put himself out in the snow but no luck. After a few seconds he stops squirming and he was breathless.
The girl takes the 2 pennies the boy gave to her and places them on his eyes and his cigarette in his mouth.
She puts a pretty innocent girl smile on her face and says:
-Smoking can kill.
And she disappear in a cloud of smoke.

Forgive me father for I have sinned

The street was empty there was no one in sight. A few street lights try to shine a light on a haunted neighborhood. A few flakes of snow try to color the pavement white but without any success as it was a warm night of winter. Sounds from a back alley disturb the morbid silence, a man with a torn white t-shirt full of holes and a pair of jeans stained with something red. He’s screaming for help, he looks so scared, his eyes search for someone who can assist him, and there is no one in sight. After a disturbed sleeping citizen shouts “SHUT UP”, the screaming man catches a glimpse of a church with the corner of his eye. He enters the building with the hope that for once in his life time GOD can help him. Scared like something or someone was following him, he enters the confessional to hide. He notices on the other side a priest smelling like cheap liquor, our man tries to wake him up.
-Forgive me father for I have sin.
The priest seems to wake up, blabbering something like
- Uhm , what , what , who’s there?
- A lost man.
- Than get lost and leave me alone.
- I can’t father I’m afraid
- Yeah like you are the only one who’s scared.
- Please father find it in your heart to help me, I don’t know what to do?
- Fine you mumbling idiot, what’s the matter?
Our lost soul was so worried he didn’t notice the drunken priest insulting him.
- I think I killed someone, or I dreamt I killed someone and now something is following to get revenge.
- What makes you say that? Says the priest a little bit interested.
- Because I woke up in the middle of a dark alley with cats, licking what looks like blood, from my pants.
- Are you sure it’s blood? Asks the father with his interest aroused more and more.
- I think so, what else could it be?
The priest’s curiosity asks the man to come out of the confessional to check his pants to see if that is actually blood. They meet face to face, our running man seems a little better know, like he knows what he has to do, and the priest reaches out to see if that is blood. He feels it on his skin, it wasn’t dense enough and probably because his brain and tongue was numb from alcohol, he tastes it. He says sarcastically:
- Yeah, this is blood.
- I know. Says our running man who now, has turned into a calm person with a fiendish smile and with an eyebrow up.
- What do you mean you know? What is this Halloween making jokes to drunk old priest?
- No, this is your end.
- What the hell are you talking about boy?
- Exactly, HELL.
And just with a few gestures he grabs the priest by his neck, and only with one hand lifts him up and throws him in the confessional. Than he reaches out for a rusty knife with a big blade and puts it through his eye into the old man’s brain and carved 666 and with his fingernails, carved 666 on his chest.
With his bloody fingernails, walks calmly out of the church, slams the door behind him, looks up to the sky and says:

I am what you made me.