Unforgiven7120
The Remnant
Here's a story that I have had in my head for almost a decade. It's... hard to describe precisely the genre it's supposed to be, because it's designed to be a horror story, but without the traditional horror elements. It's a story about a person who has suffered a great deal three years ago in her timeline, and is about to go through another tragic incident similar to what she had.
tl;dr: Expect mutated monsters similar to classic Resident Evil and Dead Space combined and a protagonist who feels otherwise.
And feel free to comment. I hope some people enjoy this.
Warning: This contains explicit language and content that could be found offensive.
Do take this into consideration when reading if you are sensitive to certain topics.
(August 2nd, 2012, Riverport Herald. Burger Haven Shooting!
Police responded to an attempted robbery of the local Burger Haven on Booker Street yesterday at 9:45pm when four robbers entered the fast food restaurant and pointed guns at the employees and customers inside the store. Unfortunately for the robbers, one of the customers fought back and killed the robbers in return.
Police Sergeant Timothy Weber said that the customer, 23 year old Taylor Knight, was trying to eat in one of the booths alone when one of the gunmen approached her. When Knight asked the robber to leave her be, the robber attempted to pull Knight from the booth. Knight was able to disarm the man and open fire upon all four of the gunmen, dealing fatal wounds and then eventually killing them when the men were incapacitated from their injuries.
Weber said that witnesses declared that Knight was very calm throughout the incident, instructing employees to call the police and tell them what happened. Marissa Sanderson was the first to call emergency services and explain what happened.
When police arrived, Knight was sitting in the booth she first was at eating the remainder of her food. Knight explained what happened in the shooting to responding officers, and after an hour of investigating the incident, Knight was let free, as well as the employees and customers that remained.
Police have yet to give out the identities of the men who initiated the robbery, but after further investigation, more information will be available.)
A loud noise woke me up. More people outside my apartment I guess protesting against me. Since the shooting, I've been vilified as a murderer who killed four men indiscriminately, and I've been praised as a hero for saving so many people. You can't win. I can't win. I guess it's time to figure out what the fuck is going on.
I looked over at my alarm clock, 15:43. "Too early..." The apartment was a bit chilly inside. A nice comfortable seventy degrees, and these blankets make getting out of bed difficult. But I heard muffled voices outside my door. "God... damnit. Don't these motherfuckers have anything better else to do?"
I gathered my clothes and put them on, better not let the "good" people of Riverport to have a show. Just what I would need. "Nude Murderer Harassed at Her Home." Good. I entered the living room and peered through the window that looked outside my home. More of them, upset about the scumbags I killed because they wouldn't leave me the fuck alone. Truth be told, that's all I wanted. They could have taken everything from the store had they not messed with me. But no... as usual, people became greedy, and tried to take far more than they could handle. It cost them their lives, and it cost me my self-loathing peace.
I picked up the phone and dialed non-emergency. A tender, but stern voice spoke to me and I explained the situation. Sure enough, thirty minutes later after watching Netflix, I hear police telling the people to disperse and check up on me. "Everything okay Miss Knight?"
"Yes Officer Sandler, just the same people trying to make me feel guilty about last week."
"I still think it's strange that you don't feel guilty about killing those guys."
"A lot of people will think it's strange, and I should feel guilty. If you've been through the same shit I've been through though..."
"I know, I know. You kind of stop feeling human at some point. Just... you know, maybe if you sympathized or showed some kind of remorse..."
"No. Those motherfuckers threatened my life and the life of others. They forfeit their lives when they pulled those guns out. If you were there, would you cower like the rest of them or taken action against them?"
"I would have tried reasoning with them Taylor..."
"And gotten shot as a result. These assholes weren't fucking around Officer, and people need to stop fucking feeling sad and sorry for people who are fucking shitbags trying to harm other people."
"Listen, I'm not disagreeing with you, but some restraint would have been appreciated rather than finishing them off."
"It doesn't matter now, and no matter what I would have done, I still would be treated like shit by people who would have been cowering in fear in the same situation."
"Alright Taylor. Just saying. Well, if they show up again..."
"I'll let you know. Thank you for chasing them off, I appreciate it."
"I know. Take care of yourself Miss Knight."
"You too."
Great... I feel like shit now. Just because three years ago I woke up in a hospital after having one of the most realistic dreams one could have involving zombies, I have a hard time dealing with what I saw and feeling anything when my life is on the line. If only people understand what I saw and suffered through. The pain of seeing a child being eaten by their zombified parents, the torment that followed after killing an entire family. Everything I did... I perceived as real. It felt real. And then to wake up after dying? To wake up and everything was the way it was before I had this coma? A fucking year went by and it turned out to be nothing. God... and now this. I have people thanking me on the street for saving Burger Haven, but around the corner, I have people calling me a murderer. What the fuck am I? A hero or a villain? Neither I guess... I don't know, I need more sleep.
tl;dr: Expect mutated monsters similar to classic Resident Evil and Dead Space combined and a protagonist who feels otherwise.
And feel free to comment. I hope some people enjoy this.
Warning: This contains explicit language and content that could be found offensive.
Do take this into consideration when reading if you are sensitive to certain topics.
(August 2nd, 2012, Riverport Herald. Burger Haven Shooting!
Police responded to an attempted robbery of the local Burger Haven on Booker Street yesterday at 9:45pm when four robbers entered the fast food restaurant and pointed guns at the employees and customers inside the store. Unfortunately for the robbers, one of the customers fought back and killed the robbers in return.
Police Sergeant Timothy Weber said that the customer, 23 year old Taylor Knight, was trying to eat in one of the booths alone when one of the gunmen approached her. When Knight asked the robber to leave her be, the robber attempted to pull Knight from the booth. Knight was able to disarm the man and open fire upon all four of the gunmen, dealing fatal wounds and then eventually killing them when the men were incapacitated from their injuries.
Weber said that witnesses declared that Knight was very calm throughout the incident, instructing employees to call the police and tell them what happened. Marissa Sanderson was the first to call emergency services and explain what happened.
When police arrived, Knight was sitting in the booth she first was at eating the remainder of her food. Knight explained what happened in the shooting to responding officers, and after an hour of investigating the incident, Knight was let free, as well as the employees and customers that remained.
Police have yet to give out the identities of the men who initiated the robbery, but after further investigation, more information will be available.)
A loud noise woke me up. More people outside my apartment I guess protesting against me. Since the shooting, I've been vilified as a murderer who killed four men indiscriminately, and I've been praised as a hero for saving so many people. You can't win. I can't win. I guess it's time to figure out what the fuck is going on.
I looked over at my alarm clock, 15:43. "Too early..." The apartment was a bit chilly inside. A nice comfortable seventy degrees, and these blankets make getting out of bed difficult. But I heard muffled voices outside my door. "God... damnit. Don't these motherfuckers have anything better else to do?"
I gathered my clothes and put them on, better not let the "good" people of Riverport to have a show. Just what I would need. "Nude Murderer Harassed at Her Home." Good. I entered the living room and peered through the window that looked outside my home. More of them, upset about the scumbags I killed because they wouldn't leave me the fuck alone. Truth be told, that's all I wanted. They could have taken everything from the store had they not messed with me. But no... as usual, people became greedy, and tried to take far more than they could handle. It cost them their lives, and it cost me my self-loathing peace.
I picked up the phone and dialed non-emergency. A tender, but stern voice spoke to me and I explained the situation. Sure enough, thirty minutes later after watching Netflix, I hear police telling the people to disperse and check up on me. "Everything okay Miss Knight?"
"Yes Officer Sandler, just the same people trying to make me feel guilty about last week."
"I still think it's strange that you don't feel guilty about killing those guys."
"A lot of people will think it's strange, and I should feel guilty. If you've been through the same shit I've been through though..."
"I know, I know. You kind of stop feeling human at some point. Just... you know, maybe if you sympathized or showed some kind of remorse..."
"No. Those motherfuckers threatened my life and the life of others. They forfeit their lives when they pulled those guns out. If you were there, would you cower like the rest of them or taken action against them?"
"I would have tried reasoning with them Taylor..."
"And gotten shot as a result. These assholes weren't fucking around Officer, and people need to stop fucking feeling sad and sorry for people who are fucking shitbags trying to harm other people."
"Listen, I'm not disagreeing with you, but some restraint would have been appreciated rather than finishing them off."
"It doesn't matter now, and no matter what I would have done, I still would be treated like shit by people who would have been cowering in fear in the same situation."
"Alright Taylor. Just saying. Well, if they show up again..."
"I'll let you know. Thank you for chasing them off, I appreciate it."
"I know. Take care of yourself Miss Knight."
"You too."
Great... I feel like shit now. Just because three years ago I woke up in a hospital after having one of the most realistic dreams one could have involving zombies, I have a hard time dealing with what I saw and feeling anything when my life is on the line. If only people understand what I saw and suffered through. The pain of seeing a child being eaten by their zombified parents, the torment that followed after killing an entire family. Everything I did... I perceived as real. It felt real. And then to wake up after dying? To wake up and everything was the way it was before I had this coma? A fucking year went by and it turned out to be nothing. God... and now this. I have people thanking me on the street for saving Burger Haven, but around the corner, I have people calling me a murderer. What the fuck am I? A hero or a villain? Neither I guess... I don't know, I need more sleep.
