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The End: Story Two - End of the Line By: David K. Montoya

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The End:Story Two
End of the Line
By: David K. Montoya


After that, I folded the map up carefully and placed it back into my pocket and started up the hallway to find the stairs. I led the group. They remained a few feet behind me. I knew at that moment I would be alienated by the others for the rest of our journey to the City of Haven. We traveled up the hallway without anyone saying a word. Finally, in the distance I saw the staircase that led over to the farthest wing of the school. At that point the only thing I wanted to do was get the keys to the bus and get the hell out of Corpseland.

When we arrived at the steps of the staircase I cautioned everyone to be careful. They looked fragile and weak, as if they were made of aged wood. No one responded to what I said, so I turned my back to them and slowly made my way up the stairs. The first thing I noticed once I was in the next level was the gut wrenching smell of mildew and rot. Water damage was significant in this part of the building. I looked up and saw a gaping hold in the ceiling.

Next to the staircase was a decomposing wooden door. I thought about not waiting for the others, but I decided against that. No reason to make things between us more difficult and awkward than they already were. A few moments later they arrived and appeared to be surprised to find me there waiting for them. It seemed that because I was infected, I was no longer honorable or cared for by my family and friends.

I walked over to the door and tried to open it, but it would not budge. After a quick glance I could tell that after so many years of neglect the steel had rusted, sealing the wooden frame where it stood. Without further thought I reared back and drove my boot through the rotted timber, only to be greeted by an Unlucky who was on the other side. The monster burst through the already splintered door, knocking me to the ground and headed straight for the others. Still on the floor I reached out and grabbed its leg which caused it to fall. But, the creature refused to be slowed and continued to advance toward the gang.

I grabbed it with my other hand and dragged the beast back toward me. Now I had its attention, as the demon swung at me and sliced the side of my face with its claw-like nails. I grabbed the Unlucky by the throat and slammed my fist into its face several times, which caused me to be strayed by the thingís blood. When I let go of its throat, the beast toppled to one side. As I got back to my feet, I made my way back to the destroyed doorway, but I stopped when something caught my eye. It was a long thick sliver of wood from the doorway, at least a foot long and about two and a half inches thick. I picked up the piece of wood and walked back over to the barely conscious Unlucky on the floor.

It was reminiscent of an old horror movie, as I drove the wooden stake into the demonís chest. Blood spewed from around the entry wound, and I must have punched through its lung as it began to cough up the tarry dark substance. It twitched and convulsed there in front of me. My attention was turned away when I heard Richard whisper something to the others, who could do nothing more than stand there and talk among themselves. I decided that I would give them something else to whisper about and I leaned in on the peace of wood that stuck out from the monsters chest, causing it to sink deeper inside of the creature.

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