The End: Story One - The Lead Up By: David K. Montoya


The End:Story One
The Lead Up
By: David K. Montoya

Sometime later, I awoke in a confused state, because for a moment I thought I was back home in Appleton and everything that I had experienced recently was just a horrible dream. After calling out to my wife a few times, I jumped from the bed and fumbled around in the unfamiliar darkness.

Then it came to me--none of it had been a dream--it was real! I lowered myself back down onto the bed, placed my face in my hands and begin to sob. Everything; the 'Sickness', the 'Unluckys', the countless deaths, all had taken place. I then remembered where I was; in Palace City, which was about fifty miles from the California border and twenty more to the Unlucky territory, also known as Corpseland. We were on our way north to Montana, to what was believed to be the last modern city, called Haven.

I continued to sit there in the darkness for a few moments longer, gathering my thoughts. My mind drifted back to my wife, who I had not seen in some fifteen plus years. It is hard for me to believe I have been alone for so long, and I cringed at the thought of never again experiencing the passionate touch of another. I flicked the lights on as I continued to sit on the side of the bed, trying to shake the lonesome feeling that had set in.

Finally, the couple minutes of sorrow started to fade away, even though it will leave me with a troubling heartache for some time. I moved into the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. Steam quickly filled the room. I couldn't believe that this place had running water, but to have it heated as well--it was a nice touch.

I slipped under the running water and quickly remembered the wound on the side of my neck. A fresh onslaught of pain caused me to fall to my knees and let out a shriek, as the wound began to pulsate with fire. I had completely forgotten about the earlier attack. I attempted to examine the ragged gash in my skin, but then, I’m no doctor.


I stepped from the shower when I heard a knock at my door. Wrapping one towel around my waist and another over my shoulders to hide the wound, I opened the door to find one of the Emperor’s Imperial guards. He told me to get dressed and follow him. After quickly dressing, we walked from the room to elevator and once inside, the man inserted a key into the panel and pushed a button that said ‘PENT’. I could sense that we were traveling upward at a rather rapid pace.

With a ding and a whoosh, the door slid open and as we stepped out. As I looked around, I could see that this entire floor had been converted into a huge storage unit. Here, they had everything that a person could possibly require, from TVs and other appliances, to furniture and complete wardrobes (toward which we were heading). I asked him what were we doing here and he explained that since I was the Emperor’s guest, I needed to dress appropriately for the evening. And, since tonight was a ‘Black-tie’ event, he had been ordered to assist me in finding the proper attire. The guard stopped in front of a long rack and he asked what size I wore, then started thumbing through the hanging suits.

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About the Author

David K. Montoya has been writing for nearly 15 years and during that time has produced some 200 underground comics, including "M-Team," "Ayotnom," "The Hunters-Xydus," "Lifesigns," "Smash," and continues to work on the upcoming graphic novel, "Underground to Nowhere." Along with producing his current run of poems, short stories and serials, he also did the artwork and dialog for the soon to be released, "Smash, Special Edition."
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