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Chapter 1 of the Proglogue of Marcus Fair
Marcus Fair is a member of Group #1 of the Zombie Apoc-Fur-Lypse, which is being made by: comidacomida
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/comidacomida/
This is my first submission on FA, i hope you like it. More will follow in the next week.
Enjoy :)
The nightmare begins
1:15 p.m.
Bags packed, camera round neck, time to get out of here.
There was just enough time for him to take one last look at his apartment, a small place which had been his home for the past 2 years. In a period of an hour that morning he had peeled away every trace of his presence, all the photographs he had taken, the notice board, clothes, laptop and his mess and stored it away. Without his things the place was king of dull and sterile, but it had served him well and he was going to miss it.
Marcus had his blue trolley case at his side and a rucksack containing various bits and pieces he would need during the flight. It was funny how his life could fit so easily into a rucksack and suitcase but then again, he hadn’t really done much to fill them. He closed the door behind him for the last time, the moment finally clocking in his mind…
Time to head home, pick up where I left off and move on.
This thought instilled Marcus with a sense of optimism, but then he noticed the decadent state of the corridor outside. The walls used to be white but in the recent year a rowdy bunch of people had hung about here and used the walls as a way of expressing their hate against society. Marcus had either been away working or in his room, but he never saw the perpetrators, just what they left behind. They had vented out frustration with black squiggly lines.
At least it didn’t happen earlier; otherwise I probably wouldn’t still be here.
The thought referred to when his parents and a close friend came to visit him for his first birthday away from home. The memories were good ones and the comforting fact was that now he was going back to them. He made his way towards the elevator without becoming too absorbed in his surroundings and hit the button to go down, then checked his watch.
Good I didn’t waste too much time.
A red light popped up on the display, someone was currently coming up and being on the third floor meant he wouldn’t have too wait too long. To pass the time he looked behind him and out of one of the few windows along the corridor.
Dark clouds outside, hopefully it doesn’t rain before I get to the airport.
His thoughts were disrupted by a beeping sound and he swung round to see that the compartment was on his floor and the door began to open. The thing was old and for a second it shuddered as if to punish Marcus for his luck but then it opened. Instead of seeing the familiar face of a fur or another living being there was nothing at all.
Probably some little kid who doesn’t know better.
Marcus dragged his luggage in and the door quickly closed behind him. At least he had it all to himself. While he waited to reach the ground floor he turned his attention to the camera round his neck. It had been a gift from his parents for his trip to the US.
They sure spent a lot on it…
He switched it on and clicked on the gallery choice. The blank screen became filled with colours and he scrolled through his recent work. The first were a selection of natural images he had taken in Bradley-Wilshire Park, a few of distance shots while others focussing on some of the flora. He was about to get to his pictures from Hatley park when he reached the ground floor, and took the final steps out of the building. Anyton had been an interesting place and Marcus was going to miss the festivals it hosted and the life he had forged here on his own.
The street was busy as to be expected with furs of various species minding their own business and not taking the slightest bit of attention to the human. The next priority for Marcus was to find a bus to get to the airport. The stop was a short walk from where he was and he knew that if he wasn’t quick he could miss the earliest one and be forced to catch the next one.
He took a quiet breathe and began his trip. A cool breeze crept across and Marcus thanked his common sense for telling him to wear a coat today. He noticed that he was one of a few people in view wearing one and envied the furs for having an extra layer of warmth built into them. The stop in question was a couple of blocks from Clark Town Hall, a few minutes walk from where he was.
The walk was pleasant and as the stop came into view he noticed that many bystanders were pointing towards something in the distance. He couldn’t see what it was clearly so he switched his camera on, lifted it up to eye level and held the zoom while his trigger finger was ready to capture. The blurred image became gradually clearer until the image settled in a shape he had never seen before.
The blood in his veins came to a halt and the world seemed to shatter like glass. Marcus had taken many pictures these past years, they had been pleasing to the eye, were comical and happy, but this…
The image was captured and he realised why many bystanders were beginning to run the opposite way.
The red eyes with blood running down its wilted cheeks like tears, the arms outstretched and the bones protruding out of its dirtied fur… a monster….
By then Marcus had involuntarily turned the camera off, habit leading him to do it to save power, then he turned on the spot and broke into a frantic run knowing that his life depended on it.
---
Tune in next time for: 3 days earlier
Marcus Fair is a member of Group #1 of the Zombie Apoc-Fur-Lypse, which is being made by: comidacomida
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/comidacomida/
This is my first submission on FA, i hope you like it. More will follow in the next week.
Enjoy :)
The nightmare begins
1:15 p.m.
Bags packed, camera round neck, time to get out of here.
There was just enough time for him to take one last look at his apartment, a small place which had been his home for the past 2 years. In a period of an hour that morning he had peeled away every trace of his presence, all the photographs he had taken, the notice board, clothes, laptop and his mess and stored it away. Without his things the place was king of dull and sterile, but it had served him well and he was going to miss it.
Marcus had his blue trolley case at his side and a rucksack containing various bits and pieces he would need during the flight. It was funny how his life could fit so easily into a rucksack and suitcase but then again, he hadn’t really done much to fill them. He closed the door behind him for the last time, the moment finally clocking in his mind…
Time to head home, pick up where I left off and move on.
This thought instilled Marcus with a sense of optimism, but then he noticed the decadent state of the corridor outside. The walls used to be white but in the recent year a rowdy bunch of people had hung about here and used the walls as a way of expressing their hate against society. Marcus had either been away working or in his room, but he never saw the perpetrators, just what they left behind. They had vented out frustration with black squiggly lines.
At least it didn’t happen earlier; otherwise I probably wouldn’t still be here.
The thought referred to when his parents and a close friend came to visit him for his first birthday away from home. The memories were good ones and the comforting fact was that now he was going back to them. He made his way towards the elevator without becoming too absorbed in his surroundings and hit the button to go down, then checked his watch.
Good I didn’t waste too much time.
A red light popped up on the display, someone was currently coming up and being on the third floor meant he wouldn’t have too wait too long. To pass the time he looked behind him and out of one of the few windows along the corridor.
Dark clouds outside, hopefully it doesn’t rain before I get to the airport.
His thoughts were disrupted by a beeping sound and he swung round to see that the compartment was on his floor and the door began to open. The thing was old and for a second it shuddered as if to punish Marcus for his luck but then it opened. Instead of seeing the familiar face of a fur or another living being there was nothing at all.
Probably some little kid who doesn’t know better.
Marcus dragged his luggage in and the door quickly closed behind him. At least he had it all to himself. While he waited to reach the ground floor he turned his attention to the camera round his neck. It had been a gift from his parents for his trip to the US.
They sure spent a lot on it…
He switched it on and clicked on the gallery choice. The blank screen became filled with colours and he scrolled through his recent work. The first were a selection of natural images he had taken in Bradley-Wilshire Park, a few of distance shots while others focussing on some of the flora. He was about to get to his pictures from Hatley park when he reached the ground floor, and took the final steps out of the building. Anyton had been an interesting place and Marcus was going to miss the festivals it hosted and the life he had forged here on his own.
The street was busy as to be expected with furs of various species minding their own business and not taking the slightest bit of attention to the human. The next priority for Marcus was to find a bus to get to the airport. The stop was a short walk from where he was and he knew that if he wasn’t quick he could miss the earliest one and be forced to catch the next one.
He took a quiet breathe and began his trip. A cool breeze crept across and Marcus thanked his common sense for telling him to wear a coat today. He noticed that he was one of a few people in view wearing one and envied the furs for having an extra layer of warmth built into them. The stop in question was a couple of blocks from Clark Town Hall, a few minutes walk from where he was.
The walk was pleasant and as the stop came into view he noticed that many bystanders were pointing towards something in the distance. He couldn’t see what it was clearly so he switched his camera on, lifted it up to eye level and held the zoom while his trigger finger was ready to capture. The blurred image became gradually clearer until the image settled in a shape he had never seen before.
The blood in his veins came to a halt and the world seemed to shatter like glass. Marcus had taken many pictures these past years, they had been pleasing to the eye, were comical and happy, but this…
The image was captured and he realised why many bystanders were beginning to run the opposite way.
The red eyes with blood running down its wilted cheeks like tears, the arms outstretched and the bones protruding out of its dirtied fur… a monster….
By then Marcus had involuntarily turned the camera off, habit leading him to do it to save power, then he turned on the spot and broke into a frantic run knowing that his life depended on it.
---
Tune in next time for: 3 days earlier
Category Story / Human
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