Self Control

Postapocolytical stories have been the center of a writers dreams for many many years. With recent events, they play on everyones mind and playing on that fear I guess, I have wanted to do one of my own. ive given it a lot of thought, and I decided to write this one down. Now I havent given a lotof background for the setting, as each character brought to the board will have a different view of the world and how they survived.

I am looking for some talented writers to develop the story as well as the sex. Posting will be slow of course. I do expect more than a few lines in a post. We will not be jumping straight into sex. I want a nice build up. Pm any ideas to me as im always willing to listen and explore.


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I live among the creatures of the night. Im living in the forest of my dreams. I must believe in something, so I will make myself believe that tomorrow never goes. I know the night is not as it would seem. Those were the words that i spoke in my head each day when the sun went down. Each day as the blazing ball of death descended on what was left of this tattered ball we called earth, I sang that little song.

The words were so profoundly true. For to walk in the daytime meant death for someone like me. I had to make myself understand that, I had to watch my best friend ravaged at the hands of the savages living just on the edge of the shadows. She would have lived had I attempted to help her, but, I couldnt bring myself to. I couldnt give up my life for hers.

Watching them take her body, use it for so many qrotesque pleasures, I felt a faint stirring in me that lay dormant since the end came. I was aroused, and very much so that I could smell it. I stood at the window, breath coming harsh from running and watching, as they plunged their misshappen, hugely deformed cocks into her.

I hated myself for that ever since. Each time I look out the window, I see the places on the ground where her body lay, as they took turns with her, until there was nothing left. Nothing recognizable, nothing human. Now, she walks with them. Searching, longing, needing.

I have yet to venture out into the wastelands at light in nine years. Ive lived among the nights for so long, its ingrained in me. But, nine years is a long time alone. Nine years is a long time when your body wants more than just what few things you can find. Nine years without a single human, mutant or otherwise to touch you.

Maybe when tonight I will explore farther into the deep dens of the city and see what i can find.

I do apologize for the drastic vagueness I left. Thank you to those of you who have inquired and pointed this out to me.

What the basic idea for the story is, its nine years after the world has ended. Kind of an I am Legend yet there are more survivors. Both human and those that became the creatures of the night.

The survivors can be anywhere from just outside the city in the small suburb where I am to the inner city itself. The creaturs of the night live in the shadows of wherever. As my first post, after my friend is taken, she becomes one of them.

I do hope this clarifies any questions any of you have and please, feel free to pm me with any ideas or any other questions you may have.

interested?

I used to let things happen, I never made decisions, in the few instances where I was forced to make a call, I flipped a coin, god help me if there was more that one option. What I used to do is adapt, no matter what the situation, I could figure out what was needed to get by, and I was always able to do it, every time.

But then it happened, the war, there are a few other names of course, the collapse, Armageddon, the fall, the cataclysm, ragnarok, but all have the same meaning, the word as we knew it effectively ended, and for everyone else, so did life, but me? Yeah, not so much.

I adapted, like I always do, I changed to fit the situation, I grew colder, detached from everything, no longer caring about anything, I saw other survivors from time to time, but I didn’t bother to make myself known, even when they were stupid enough to get in trouble, I could have gone and saved them, it would have been easy, but I didn’t, and I didn’t even bat an eyelid as the mutants had their gruesome way.

It was then I grew bored, I had nothing to keep me where I was, nobody to protect, nothing worth keeping, the building wasn’t even that nice… So I left, I wrapped up in some makeshift night time camo and walked away, taking only my gun and some ammo, and I wandered, at first I ran in to the mutants everywhere I went, getting in to fights with them, killing them, I even lost an eye along the way, but like I always do, I adapted, I learned stealth, mutants could walk by me without noticing, on one occasion so did a survivor, poor girl got herself jumped not 50 meters away.

I don’t even know what I’m doing now, I don’t talk anymore, sometimes the mutants even see me, but they ignore me, I didn’t know why, until I ran in to a survivor again, I went in to a building to sleep, there were two brothers in there, or two guys with one hell of a similarity, they saw the gun and thought I was human, so they came out, I slung the gun over my shoulder to show I didn’t meant any harm, but once we both came in to the light, they freaked out, one pulled a pistol, the other a knife.

I’m not entirely sure what happened, but when I woke up, I had a slug in my shoulder and blood on my hands, and I couldn’t find enough of the brothers to make up one whole person, my mind was racing, what had happened? I looked around, tried to find a clue, any clue, but there weren’t any, and no matter what I did I couldn’t ignore the blood. I went to the bathroom, the light was flickering and the mirror was smashed, but it didn’t matter, the sink worked, that’s all I needed.

I scrubbed furiously at the blood, I think I did it so hard I cut myself, because it wouldn’t stop no matter what I did, I vainly searched the room for something to distract me while I scrubbed, my eyes falling on one of the shards of mirror that was still in the frame before me, how long had it been since I looked at myself in a mirror… back when I lost my eye… god, that was ages ago… it was around then that I stopped talking too… I stopped scrubbing and pulled the shard from the frame, holding it up in the flickering light, I wish I hadn’t.

My teeth had sharpened, and there were black veins coming from under the eye patch, then I noticed it, my hands, I had claws, they had grown out through my gloves, they had to have been that way for ages, how had I not noticed?

I dropped the shard and walked away, out in to the night, one of the other mutants walking right past me, even nodding a sort of hello as I passed, I cried, the first time I showed any emotion other than anger, when the world ended, I didn’t flinch, but now the tears wouldn’t stop falling. Eventually I followed a mutant, it led me back to where they slept, like animals, all huddled together, I spent the night there, then I burned down the building with them in it, waiting outside to slaughter anything that came limping out.

I was a mutant, but I wasn’t one of them, I slept on a bed, I walked in the sun, I felt, I wasn’t a beast like they were, I refused to cower away in the shadows, and I would die before I gave in and stooped to their level.

the grass

The ash settles like cakes upon my boots. It is thick a gray and clings like mud near a river. It is only with great difficulty that I am able to stay even a little clean. Only when I venture close to the river is there a mere chance to throw a little water in my mouth and wash off the dirt and ash. All ways the ash, it covers the ground likethe snow I remember as a child far to the north. Before the war.
Every thing was before the war. Now there is nothing after the war. The mutants have settled along the river. They prawl at night some timesalone that is when I have the best chance to take one out. When they hunt at night as a group I have been the prey. They have yet to catch me I am one with the night they make noise, I am silent. I move like the wind even in the high grasses.
The high grass is my friend it is where I live. The wood near by supply food. The river provides drink and the single mutant provides entertainment while I allow it to live. The mutants aviod the high grass, for not one of them has come out alive. They have tried to burn the grass only to have the wind shift at them and chase them back to the river again. Three did not make it back to the river. I found them. They never will, they are the lost ones. To the one that lives in the tall grass, I am but one, yet they fear me and my tall grass.
I caught a young one once a year or so back. She was a hunter seeking game in the woods and found her self in the tall grass that borders the woods. She was a wise hunter and stayed in the woods for a long while wary of the tall grass and the stories she had heard of 'the one in the tall grass'. Caution must of left left her because she wondered in to the tall grass and a trap found her, before she found the trap.
I found the sprung trap, it was mine after all. And I found her, she was pretty dressed in animal skins that covered her just barely. She had hit her head on one of the rocks in the trap. There was a bruise on the side of her head near her hairline. She was alive and I could see her breasts rising and falling shallow but breathing. This was good they are far more fun alive then dead. The dead smell, even the fresh dead, though they smell different. They smell of piss and poop. It is on them. You have to clean it off. At least I do if they are still warm. If they are cold I know it is better for the animals of the forest to have at them.
The young one in the trap was fun she tried to get away three times. She fought me, put up a struggle too. I was to much for her and finally she layed exhausted on the ground no fight left. She was a pretty thing and I could not make myself kill her, she had pleased me. I decided to let her live. Afterward I carried her to the forest edge and untided her and left her sleeping, there at the edge of the tall grass. She never left the river bank after that, though I have seen her several times since.

Sasha wasnt afraid of outside. What she wanted was to stop being alone and now, after her friend thats just what she was. She knew she would have to make her trip to the city as soon as possible because her provisions were running low.

She looked onto the early morning light as the sun rose. A good day away, she would have to venture through the High grasses. Sighing, that scared her as much as the city itself. She didnt know what to expect there as the stories were scattered and scarce but of a vicious lurker.

She threw on her jeans and a long shirt, her boots sat next to the door, and as she put her long brown hair up in a hat, she hoped to pass as much for normal as anyone else would. her pack was light today with nothing but a gun, the machete she found, and her flash light.

not bothering to close the door behind her, she walked out onto the road and started down the path towards the High grass. no mutants were out in the day, but going into the city, it would be dark. That was when she would have to find a hiding place. At least until she could get her supplies andback into the High Grass.

He walked down the street, sadly he was going backwards, he had gotten in to a rather nasty fight the night before with one of the mutants, this one must have been a body builder before all of this or something, because the bastard was so dam big he actually threw a car, he may have only thrown it a few feet, but he threw it.

And sadly, he was injured, so he had a nice trail of blood behind him the whole walk, he had passed a hospital with some supplies left the day before, so he was heading back to fix himself up. It didn’t take him long before it was in sight, but when he stopped and smiled, happy that he was almost there, he heard something, something that he had been hearing more and more lately, footsteps in the shadows.

“Get the hell away from me god damit!” he yelled at the forms that were hiding in the shadows, he was running in to them more and more as other mutants decided he was a threat to their status as the ‘alpha male’, or at least that’s what he thought they were doing, every time he strayed to close to one of the larger packs the biggest one would come out to get its ass handed to it on a platter, then a few of the women would start following him, apparently he had won them, problem is, he didn’t want them.

“You heard me!” he shouted, walking closer to the shadows, finding two of them hiding there “get lost! Go away!” he grabbed a trash can and threw it at them, making them scatter, for the time being anyway, but they would be back at nightfall, they would probably hang around for another day before he finally chased them off.

He finally arrived at the hospital and sighed in relief, he was starting to get a little light headed, so he would have to get himself patched up soon.

wind whipped

THe breeze from the morning started a sturing in the grass. The tops flowedlike asea. Flicking the seed heads to and fro. Some would be the darkening, some times the storms started this was some times the ask would fly from some far off place and cover all. This felt more like storm darkness but I am not sure. I move toward the road. It is crasked and blistered the yellow of the road long since faded. With so many bends in the road seeing a long ways was not possible. Only the high section out of the city gave a view of the forest and the grass land. The veiw is a two way line of sight. coming out of the city gave the veiwer a great idea of the lay of the land. Coversely the grass lands and forests had a great veiw of what was coming out. There is nothing else but five things outside the city. The grass lands the forests, the road, the river, and death. And death welcomes all!