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Part 2 of my epic
I'd like to thank
bonedaddy and 
Wafflesishank for helping me post this.
and the characters in the story so far bonedaddy 
liki 
BorderlineCollie
Oh an all the copyright stuff of how i dont own vanishing on 7th street or the monsters and etc etc.
Part 1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6109048
Part 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6244805
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To Exist or to Vanish: Part 3
Grey drove in the fading sunlight, his Cd playing “Living la Vida Loca”. He’d been driving out of Virginia and had seen a few other survivors; any that he had seen mostly stayed away from him. To his annoyance his car had suddenly stalled 3 times already, but only when he was in shadowy areas that had no sunlight. Grey pretty much figured out that this all had something to do with light and darkness, but how or why still eluded him.
Grey opened a soda and drank from it, knowing it was a bad idea since soda was taking water from his body and only gave the illusion of hydration. He kept driving away from shadowy areas but they kept getting bigger. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement; a young fox girl being assaulted by 2 rats, laughing as they grabbed her and pushed her into a dark alley. Grey eased his car into a sunny spot and looked in his rear view mirror at his duffle bag, knowing inside was his rifle. His father always yelled at him whenever he spoke up that in a disaster he would try to help people, his father always said “Fuck everyone else I don’t care if you see a little girl being raped you only look out for number one”.
Grey squeezed the steering wheel of the car and almost kicked the door open as he went to the back seat, tossing in his jacket, the holster on his hip fully revealing his handgun while his revolver was hidden on his ankle. Opening the duffel bag, he pulled out the Winchester and racked the lever, chambering a live round. Grey ran to the alley way where the rats were taking off their clothes, they looked like the kind of punks who wished they were gangster. “Aw look her little brother must think he’s a hero!” said one rat, mistaking Grey’s identity as he reached into his pocket, producing a small revolver. Without hesitation Grey fired a round directly into the rats chest. He racked the lever again and fired a second, then a third round into him as he fell to the floor. He then pointed the rifle at the other rat who was zipping up his pants and said three words, “You feeling lucky?”.
...
Cody drove down the road in his Lincoln, burning rubber as he sped past cars and people, some who shot at him, others who waved him down wanting a ride. For some reason not all the vehicles were working. Cody only wanted one thing, his girlfriend, and he was determined to get her.
...
Erica, the female Border Collie, whimpered as she held a Maglite XL50 LED Flashlight to her chest. She had it in her home for emergencies and all night she had heard the noises, like screaming and the gunshots. She was terrified. Three times she had seen shadows moving, but nobody was there to cast them. One of them had actually reached a hand underneath her doorway and tried to grab her, but she used her flashlight to scare it off. Now the sun had finally come out, but seemed to be moving incredibly fast. It was morning but it looked like midday. Erica gently stood up and got dressed in a pair of jeans and a sleeveless shirt. She walked to her front door and picked up her phone, but it didn’t even have a dial tone. Erica didn’t want to stay in a dark house incase those weird monster thingies were still close by. As she opened the door she was confronted with three men in ski masks, one was a cat, the other a bird, and the last Erica could tell was a hyena because he was still pulling his mask on. “Well hello Cutie,” said the bird as they shoved her inside her home and laughed. They had been looting empty homes and hadn’t expected such a find as a nice young girl.
Erica knew that most rapes and kidnappings were successful because the victim was compliant and didn’t resist, so she kicked and screamed as hard and loud as she could, scoring a shot at the cats balls causing him to fall onto his back holding his injured groin. The hyena punched her in her stomach, but she kept resisting. The avian looked over at the hyena and yelled, “Find something to tie her down with, dammit!” Before he could, there was a gunshot, and the cats groaning ended. In a flash there were three more gunshots, and the avian and hyena fell over, bleeding from holes where their hearts would have been. Erica shrieked and quickly crawled away from the bodies, looking towards her front door in hopes to spot the shooter, only for a big fluffy German Shepherd in a pair of jeans and a brown leather jacket to lean down and hold her gently. Cody gently caressed his girlfriend and petted between her ears. “It's ok. I’m here, I’ve got you,” Cody reassured her as he picked her up in his arms and carried her to his Lincoln. While leaving he made sure to shut the door to buy himself a few extra seconds to drive off in case one of them was still alive. He only shut the room in darkness and wasn’t able to see as hundreds of arms, hands, and writhing bodies overtook the corpses of the raiders and devoured them; first eating through their fur and skin, disappearing the way paper disappears in a flame. They then moved onto the blood and organs, then finally the bones, doing it all in a matter of seconds. Less than a minute after it began and there wasn’t even blood left on the floor. Cody placed Erica in the passenger side of his car before getting in and speeding off, not knowing where he was going until he saw a Canadian military armored personnel carrier on the highway.
...
Schirachi ran as fast as he could to the helicopter, the sound of its blades growing louder and louder as it seemed to hoover in a Clearfield, and Schirachi saw that soldiers were rappelling down in what looked like gasmasks and other hazmat gear. He knew because Grey had shown him sometimes when they had their online role plays. Once the four soldiers were on the ground the readied their rifles and pointed them around, seeming only slightly shocked by the shadow creatures, but surprised more to see a civilian running to them. “Freeze! Don’t move,” one soldier yelled at Schirachi and aimed his rifle at him; luckily the helicopter aimed its searchlight at him and the four soldiers so Schirachi gladly obeyed. The soldier stepped close the Schirachi and forced him to his knees. He then proceeded to pat him down for weapons. Schirachi didn’t resist or speak, taking this moment to catch his breath. The soldier made some hand signals then the other three came over, one of them stopping in front of Schirachi while the other two kept their eyes on the shadows. “Are you the only survivor?” the soldier asked Schirachi loudly, having to almost yell from the sound of the helicopter hovering over them and his voice being slightly muffled by the mask. “Yes. I didn’t see anyone else!” Schirachi yelled out, he could see that the soldier he was talking too had bright green eyes and the fur around them was blue. The chopper continued to hover over them as suddenly Schirachi heard an even louder noise and turned towards a nearby road, where he saw a big heavy Abrams tank rolling on ahead of a convoy of other vehicles, both military and civilian, as they began to get together and take out all kinds of lights, even just setting sticks on fire to make a safe haven for the night. Schirachi was quickly picked up and taken towards the makeshift camp and towards its welcoming light.
...
Grey smiled as he drove in the dark of Manassas County; he had gotten lost and was having to backtrack around. Only a few hours ago he had saved a fox woman from being raped by two rats, he had killed one, but felt no remorse or pity for scum. The other had begged for his life making Grey feel sorry for him and let the bastard go. Next to him the Fox girl was chatting on and on about something. Grey wasn’t even half listening he was mostly listening to his mixed CD, which was now playing "Beauty of Annihilation" by Elena Siegman. Grey growled as the car suddenly stalled and the electronics in the car go a little crazy as the song repeated over and over again “I can see them everywhere!” The fox girl looked at him and said “something wrong with your car?” Grey smiled, wanting to not worry her or make her freak-out. Grey turned the key and tried to start the engine a few times, but it wouldn’t. “Well maybe we should let the engine cool down for a while.” Grey was terrified inside, not wanting to be caught outside with whatever it is that was kidnapping people. After several minutes of waiting in the dark the fox girl suddenly leaned over to Grey and smiled, “Since we're going to be here a while, I was thinking that maybe I could repay you for saving me earlier.” Grey blushed and gently pushed the girl away “Um, no thanks I’m good ma’am.” The fox girl frowned and pretended to look hurt “What? Am I ugly or something?” Grey drooped his canine ears and held up his hands, “No, no. It’s not that, it’s just that... well you see, I have a boyfriend and I’m not interested in a girl at the moment.” The girls jaw dropped in shock “You're gay?” she asked as if she had just heard that fish could fly. “Well, actually I’m bisexual” Grey replied in a matter of fact voice.
The fox girl made a disgusted sound and blurted out angrily “I can’t believe I wanted to do it with a fag, that’s, like, so unnatural!” Grey snarled and yelled at her “Well at least I’m not whoring myself out.” The fox girl retorted with “yeah whatever, I’m getting out of this car before I get your aids.” She unbuckled her seat belt and got out walking out into the darkness. Grey snarled and got out as well and yelled at her “Well you know what? Fuck you!” Grey held up both his middle fingers to add emphasis and he was fortunate to do so because the fox girl instantly disappear and her clothes fell empty to the floor. “Holy shit!” Grey yelled in surprise and quickly pulled out his handgun, firing two shots into the darkness but received no response or return fire. “Who’s out there!?” Grey yelled as he slowly crawled to the back seat and put his arm through a strap in the duffle bag that held his supplies. Grey then felt something cold wash over him and instinctively turned to see darkness; pitch black darkness was crawling down the buildings that were still visible. It was like a fog was slowly floating downwards. Grey wasted no time and pulled out a heavy stainless steel flashlight, disobeying his instincts which all urged him to run anywhere but outside. Grey held his flashlight in his left hand and his handgun in his right as he ran down an empty street, swinging his flashlight around to see if anyone was chasing him. His suspicions were confirmed as he looked and saw what looked like a transluscent avian made out of shadow recoil at his light. Grey ran faster to a nearby building that didn’t that didn't seem to be too covered in shadows and had glass doors. He grabbed the door handle with both hands and violently shook it as he heard the screams, groans, and whispers behind him get closer and louder. The door was locked so Grey took a step back and emptied his clip into it, turning it into nothing but glass shards on the floor as he sped into the opening. Once inside Grey threw anything that he could find behind him, from trashcans to magazine racks, hoping it would stop whatever was chasing him. He then spotted a janitors closet and kicked it open, throwing as many of the items that were in it outside as fast as he could, just as his flashlight died. “No! Goddamit no!” Grey yelled desperately as he shook the flashlight then dropped it, hearing the glass break as he tried to get into the closet, only to be stopped by his duffle bag, which wouldn’t fit. He quickly kicked it away after pulling out a gasmask and putting it over his face, hoping maybe it would give him some manner of protection. Quickly shutting the door and moving to a corner, Grey grabbed some toilet paper and quickly felt around in his pockets trying to get some matches and managed to find two. The first one was too broken to use, but the second one was good enough. He struck the match repeatedly near the toilet paper for some light but suddenly the door burst open and darkness filled the closet. Grey was engulfed and breathed it in like smoke, despite the mask. It seemed the darkness was getting through. Grey felt like he was dying, like he was drowning. Slowly he began to feel colder and colder, exhaustion setting over him. He desperately gripped the match tighter and mustered the last of his strength, striking the match a last time as he felt the last of his breath pass his lips, this time the toilet paper catching fire. The darkness seemed to scream as light flooded the room, quickly retreating out and slamming the door violently like a teenager throwing a tantrum.
Grey coughed and pulled the mask off, now seeing its visor covered in blood droplets. He fell back against a wall and slid down it. His bag was gone, he didn’t remember where he dropped it, and his handgun was near the door. Grey was exhausted and in pure agony, and he knew that if he hadn’t started the match when he did, he’d be dead. Even now he was still injured, blood ran out of his nose, his eyes and ears, as well as from under his finger nails and the gums of his teeth. He was in an excruciating amount of pain and could barely move. He simply laid against the wall and stared directly at the burning toilet paper. Even though it hurt his eyes, he still stared at it, never blinking since he was too afraid of the seeing darkness again. He kept staring at the light and sung songs to himself as he fed the fire every now and then, hiding in his refuge of light as outside the door darkness patiently wailed and whispered, waiting for his light to burn out so it could finish devouring him.
I'd like to thank
bonedaddy and 
Wafflesishank for helping me post this.and the characters in the story so far
bonedaddy 
liki 
BorderlineCollieOh an all the copyright stuff of how i dont own vanishing on 7th street or the monsters and etc etc.
Part 1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6109048
Part 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6244805
________________________________________________________________________
To Exist or to Vanish: Part 3
Grey drove in the fading sunlight, his Cd playing “Living la Vida Loca”. He’d been driving out of Virginia and had seen a few other survivors; any that he had seen mostly stayed away from him. To his annoyance his car had suddenly stalled 3 times already, but only when he was in shadowy areas that had no sunlight. Grey pretty much figured out that this all had something to do with light and darkness, but how or why still eluded him.
Grey opened a soda and drank from it, knowing it was a bad idea since soda was taking water from his body and only gave the illusion of hydration. He kept driving away from shadowy areas but they kept getting bigger. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement; a young fox girl being assaulted by 2 rats, laughing as they grabbed her and pushed her into a dark alley. Grey eased his car into a sunny spot and looked in his rear view mirror at his duffle bag, knowing inside was his rifle. His father always yelled at him whenever he spoke up that in a disaster he would try to help people, his father always said “Fuck everyone else I don’t care if you see a little girl being raped you only look out for number one”.
Grey squeezed the steering wheel of the car and almost kicked the door open as he went to the back seat, tossing in his jacket, the holster on his hip fully revealing his handgun while his revolver was hidden on his ankle. Opening the duffel bag, he pulled out the Winchester and racked the lever, chambering a live round. Grey ran to the alley way where the rats were taking off their clothes, they looked like the kind of punks who wished they were gangster. “Aw look her little brother must think he’s a hero!” said one rat, mistaking Grey’s identity as he reached into his pocket, producing a small revolver. Without hesitation Grey fired a round directly into the rats chest. He racked the lever again and fired a second, then a third round into him as he fell to the floor. He then pointed the rifle at the other rat who was zipping up his pants and said three words, “You feeling lucky?”.
...
Cody drove down the road in his Lincoln, burning rubber as he sped past cars and people, some who shot at him, others who waved him down wanting a ride. For some reason not all the vehicles were working. Cody only wanted one thing, his girlfriend, and he was determined to get her.
...
Erica, the female Border Collie, whimpered as she held a Maglite XL50 LED Flashlight to her chest. She had it in her home for emergencies and all night she had heard the noises, like screaming and the gunshots. She was terrified. Three times she had seen shadows moving, but nobody was there to cast them. One of them had actually reached a hand underneath her doorway and tried to grab her, but she used her flashlight to scare it off. Now the sun had finally come out, but seemed to be moving incredibly fast. It was morning but it looked like midday. Erica gently stood up and got dressed in a pair of jeans and a sleeveless shirt. She walked to her front door and picked up her phone, but it didn’t even have a dial tone. Erica didn’t want to stay in a dark house incase those weird monster thingies were still close by. As she opened the door she was confronted with three men in ski masks, one was a cat, the other a bird, and the last Erica could tell was a hyena because he was still pulling his mask on. “Well hello Cutie,” said the bird as they shoved her inside her home and laughed. They had been looting empty homes and hadn’t expected such a find as a nice young girl.
Erica knew that most rapes and kidnappings were successful because the victim was compliant and didn’t resist, so she kicked and screamed as hard and loud as she could, scoring a shot at the cats balls causing him to fall onto his back holding his injured groin. The hyena punched her in her stomach, but she kept resisting. The avian looked over at the hyena and yelled, “Find something to tie her down with, dammit!” Before he could, there was a gunshot, and the cats groaning ended. In a flash there were three more gunshots, and the avian and hyena fell over, bleeding from holes where their hearts would have been. Erica shrieked and quickly crawled away from the bodies, looking towards her front door in hopes to spot the shooter, only for a big fluffy German Shepherd in a pair of jeans and a brown leather jacket to lean down and hold her gently. Cody gently caressed his girlfriend and petted between her ears. “It's ok. I’m here, I’ve got you,” Cody reassured her as he picked her up in his arms and carried her to his Lincoln. While leaving he made sure to shut the door to buy himself a few extra seconds to drive off in case one of them was still alive. He only shut the room in darkness and wasn’t able to see as hundreds of arms, hands, and writhing bodies overtook the corpses of the raiders and devoured them; first eating through their fur and skin, disappearing the way paper disappears in a flame. They then moved onto the blood and organs, then finally the bones, doing it all in a matter of seconds. Less than a minute after it began and there wasn’t even blood left on the floor. Cody placed Erica in the passenger side of his car before getting in and speeding off, not knowing where he was going until he saw a Canadian military armored personnel carrier on the highway.
...
Schirachi ran as fast as he could to the helicopter, the sound of its blades growing louder and louder as it seemed to hoover in a Clearfield, and Schirachi saw that soldiers were rappelling down in what looked like gasmasks and other hazmat gear. He knew because Grey had shown him sometimes when they had their online role plays. Once the four soldiers were on the ground the readied their rifles and pointed them around, seeming only slightly shocked by the shadow creatures, but surprised more to see a civilian running to them. “Freeze! Don’t move,” one soldier yelled at Schirachi and aimed his rifle at him; luckily the helicopter aimed its searchlight at him and the four soldiers so Schirachi gladly obeyed. The soldier stepped close the Schirachi and forced him to his knees. He then proceeded to pat him down for weapons. Schirachi didn’t resist or speak, taking this moment to catch his breath. The soldier made some hand signals then the other three came over, one of them stopping in front of Schirachi while the other two kept their eyes on the shadows. “Are you the only survivor?” the soldier asked Schirachi loudly, having to almost yell from the sound of the helicopter hovering over them and his voice being slightly muffled by the mask. “Yes. I didn’t see anyone else!” Schirachi yelled out, he could see that the soldier he was talking too had bright green eyes and the fur around them was blue. The chopper continued to hover over them as suddenly Schirachi heard an even louder noise and turned towards a nearby road, where he saw a big heavy Abrams tank rolling on ahead of a convoy of other vehicles, both military and civilian, as they began to get together and take out all kinds of lights, even just setting sticks on fire to make a safe haven for the night. Schirachi was quickly picked up and taken towards the makeshift camp and towards its welcoming light.
...
Grey smiled as he drove in the dark of Manassas County; he had gotten lost and was having to backtrack around. Only a few hours ago he had saved a fox woman from being raped by two rats, he had killed one, but felt no remorse or pity for scum. The other had begged for his life making Grey feel sorry for him and let the bastard go. Next to him the Fox girl was chatting on and on about something. Grey wasn’t even half listening he was mostly listening to his mixed CD, which was now playing "Beauty of Annihilation" by Elena Siegman. Grey growled as the car suddenly stalled and the electronics in the car go a little crazy as the song repeated over and over again “I can see them everywhere!” The fox girl looked at him and said “something wrong with your car?” Grey smiled, wanting to not worry her or make her freak-out. Grey turned the key and tried to start the engine a few times, but it wouldn’t. “Well maybe we should let the engine cool down for a while.” Grey was terrified inside, not wanting to be caught outside with whatever it is that was kidnapping people. After several minutes of waiting in the dark the fox girl suddenly leaned over to Grey and smiled, “Since we're going to be here a while, I was thinking that maybe I could repay you for saving me earlier.” Grey blushed and gently pushed the girl away “Um, no thanks I’m good ma’am.” The fox girl frowned and pretended to look hurt “What? Am I ugly or something?” Grey drooped his canine ears and held up his hands, “No, no. It’s not that, it’s just that... well you see, I have a boyfriend and I’m not interested in a girl at the moment.” The girls jaw dropped in shock “You're gay?” she asked as if she had just heard that fish could fly. “Well, actually I’m bisexual” Grey replied in a matter of fact voice.
The fox girl made a disgusted sound and blurted out angrily “I can’t believe I wanted to do it with a fag, that’s, like, so unnatural!” Grey snarled and yelled at her “Well at least I’m not whoring myself out.” The fox girl retorted with “yeah whatever, I’m getting out of this car before I get your aids.” She unbuckled her seat belt and got out walking out into the darkness. Grey snarled and got out as well and yelled at her “Well you know what? Fuck you!” Grey held up both his middle fingers to add emphasis and he was fortunate to do so because the fox girl instantly disappear and her clothes fell empty to the floor. “Holy shit!” Grey yelled in surprise and quickly pulled out his handgun, firing two shots into the darkness but received no response or return fire. “Who’s out there!?” Grey yelled as he slowly crawled to the back seat and put his arm through a strap in the duffle bag that held his supplies. Grey then felt something cold wash over him and instinctively turned to see darkness; pitch black darkness was crawling down the buildings that were still visible. It was like a fog was slowly floating downwards. Grey wasted no time and pulled out a heavy stainless steel flashlight, disobeying his instincts which all urged him to run anywhere but outside. Grey held his flashlight in his left hand and his handgun in his right as he ran down an empty street, swinging his flashlight around to see if anyone was chasing him. His suspicions were confirmed as he looked and saw what looked like a transluscent avian made out of shadow recoil at his light. Grey ran faster to a nearby building that didn’t that didn't seem to be too covered in shadows and had glass doors. He grabbed the door handle with both hands and violently shook it as he heard the screams, groans, and whispers behind him get closer and louder. The door was locked so Grey took a step back and emptied his clip into it, turning it into nothing but glass shards on the floor as he sped into the opening. Once inside Grey threw anything that he could find behind him, from trashcans to magazine racks, hoping it would stop whatever was chasing him. He then spotted a janitors closet and kicked it open, throwing as many of the items that were in it outside as fast as he could, just as his flashlight died. “No! Goddamit no!” Grey yelled desperately as he shook the flashlight then dropped it, hearing the glass break as he tried to get into the closet, only to be stopped by his duffle bag, which wouldn’t fit. He quickly kicked it away after pulling out a gasmask and putting it over his face, hoping maybe it would give him some manner of protection. Quickly shutting the door and moving to a corner, Grey grabbed some toilet paper and quickly felt around in his pockets trying to get some matches and managed to find two. The first one was too broken to use, but the second one was good enough. He struck the match repeatedly near the toilet paper for some light but suddenly the door burst open and darkness filled the closet. Grey was engulfed and breathed it in like smoke, despite the mask. It seemed the darkness was getting through. Grey felt like he was dying, like he was drowning. Slowly he began to feel colder and colder, exhaustion setting over him. He desperately gripped the match tighter and mustered the last of his strength, striking the match a last time as he felt the last of his breath pass his lips, this time the toilet paper catching fire. The darkness seemed to scream as light flooded the room, quickly retreating out and slamming the door violently like a teenager throwing a tantrum.
Grey coughed and pulled the mask off, now seeing its visor covered in blood droplets. He fell back against a wall and slid down it. His bag was gone, he didn’t remember where he dropped it, and his handgun was near the door. Grey was exhausted and in pure agony, and he knew that if he hadn’t started the match when he did, he’d be dead. Even now he was still injured, blood ran out of his nose, his eyes and ears, as well as from under his finger nails and the gums of his teeth. He was in an excruciating amount of pain and could barely move. He simply laid against the wall and stared directly at the burning toilet paper. Even though it hurt his eyes, he still stared at it, never blinking since he was too afraid of the seeing darkness again. He kept staring at the light and sung songs to himself as he fed the fire every now and then, hiding in his refuge of light as outside the door darkness patiently wailed and whispered, waiting for his light to burn out so it could finish devouring him.
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Excellent I'm getting more into the story with each part you put out here. Also I noticed you have two attempted rape scenes back to back and then one of the almost raped people propositions Grey after that, not exactly realistic for someone who just went through that traumatic of an event but, I must say that conversation Grey has with her then the way she dies was pretty funny. Sorry I like that gruesome kind of humor and gay jokes.
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