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#Post#: 189--------------------------------------------------
In the Dirt
DIR By: Mr. Vodeus
Date: July 6, 2015, 9:06 pm
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My name is David. If you've made it into the city and have
discovered this torn up book, then I am already dead.
I am begging you, take this note to someone important, get it
copied and preserved. Don't forget me like everyone else has.
I was only twelve when the first Kaiju appeared.
It was such a gorgeous day. There was only a handful of white,
puffy clouds in the sky. I can still remember my mom saying:
"Look sweety, that one looks like a rabbit!" I still can't
believe that I've forgotten what my own mother looked like, but
that cloud-bunny is burned into my memory.
We were sitting on the balcony of one of the upper hotel floors.
We had a nice view of the city to our left, and the ocean to our
right. We were just sitting there, minding our own business when
the table started shaking. In fact, the whole city was shaking.
Then, the ocean seemed to roll and bubble like it was alive, and
out from the depths came the first monster. So far, its been the
only Kaiju I've been unfortunate enough to get a good look at.
And I won't soon forget it. The thing was so surreal, so...
Impossible. Something like that shouldn't be able to exist, at
least that's what I tell myself.
But it was there, and I saw it destroy New York City.
The thing was like a lizard the size of a building. It spat fire
and brought entire city blocks to ruin with swipes of its tail.
I heard a few people scream out: "Reptilidon!" And then their
voices were drowned out by the sound of swinging blades.
Moments later, (as if they knew it was coming), military
helicopters dropped in and opened fire, heedless of civilian
casualties. Bombs were dropped, bullets fire from every angle, I
think I even saw a tank or two! It was absolute chaos.
My mother picked me up and ran. We escaped the building and met
up with my father. My older brother Simon was nowhere to be
found, so my mom ran back in to look for him. That was when the
hotel was destroyed.
A jet-black helicopter was struck by the Kaiju and went
careening into the building, and that was that. I know it's a
huge cliche, but I didn't even get to say goodbye.
My grief-stricken father and I fled, and once New York was put
under a sort of military quarantine we were forced to survive in
the rubble. More Kaiju would arise and do battle with one
another, but we learned how to avoid them. We learned how to
clean wounds, how to find clean water after it rains, how to
stay calm and hide when bandits come near your hiding spot. We
learned all this without anyone else's help, and years later
when my father died, I learned how to keep on surviving on my
own.
Without a family, without friends, without even someone to talk
to I scrawl these words on this page. If you are still in the
alleyway where I dropped this book off, dig in the dirt behind
the empty garbage can until you find the piece of scrap metal I
carved my families name into.
It says:
"She was Anna
He was Simon
He was Daniel
I am David"
Now, no matter what happens to me, I will be content. I've
written down the most important names I know, and with this book
safely stowed away, my life and the lives of my loved ones will
live on in words forever.
Even if the whole world burns, it was once written
I am David
#Post#: 190--------------------------------------------------
Re: In the Dirt
DIR By: G&G-Fan
Date: July 7, 2015, 7:41 am
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--- Quote from: Mr. Vodeus link ---
>
> My name is David. If you've made it into the city and have
discovered this torn up book, then I am already dead.
> I am begging you, take this note to someone important, get it
copied and preserved. Don't forget me like everyone else has.
>
> I was only twelve when the first Kaiju appeared.
>
> It was such a gorgeous day. There was only a handful of white,
puffy clouds in the sky. I can still remember my mom saying:
"Look sweety, that one looks like a rabbit!" I still can't
believe that I've forgotten what my own mother looked like, but
that cloud-bunny is burned into my memory.
>
> We were sitting on the balcony of one of the upper hotel
floors. We had a nice view of the city to our left, and the
ocean to our right. We were just sitting there, minding our own
business when the table started shaking. In fact, the whole city
was shaking.
>
> Then, the ocean seemed to roll and bubble like it was alive,
and out from the depths came the first monster. So far, its been
the only Kaiju I've been unfortunate enough to get a good look
at.
>
> And I won't soon forget it. The thing was so surreal, so...
Impossible. Something like that shouldn't be able to exist, at
least that's what I tell myself.
> But it was there, and I saw it destroy New York City.
>
> The thing was like a lizard the size of a building. It spat
fire and brought entire city blocks to ruin with swipes of its
tail. I heard a few people scream out: "Reptilidon!" And then
their voices were drowned out by the sound of swinging blades.
>
> Moments later, (as if they knew it was coming), military
helicopters dropped in and opened fire, heedless of civilian
casualties. Bombs were dropped, bullets fire from every angle, I
think I even saw a tank or two! It was absolute chaos.
>
> My mother picked me up and ran. We escaped the building and
met up with my father. My older brother Simon was nowhere to be
found, so my mom ran back in to look for him. That was when the
hotel was destroyed.
>
> A jet-black helicopter was struck by the Kaiju and went
careening into the building, and that was that. I know it's a
huge cliche, but I didn't even get to say goodbye.
>
> My grief-stricken father and I fled, and once New York was put
under a sort of military quarantine we were forced to survive in
the rubble. More Kaiju would arise and do battle with one
another, but we learned how to avoid them. We learned how to
clean wounds, how to find clean water after it rains, how to
stay calm and hide when bandits come near your hiding spot. We
learned all this without anyone else's help, and years later
when my father died, I learned how to keep on surviving on my
own.
>
> Without a family, without friends, without even someone to
talk to I scrawl these words on this page. If you are still in
the alleyway where I dropped this book off, dig in the dirt
behind the empty garbage can until you find the piece of scrap
metal I carved my families name into.
>
> It says:
> "She was Anna
> He was Simon
> He was Daniel
> I am David"
>
> Now, no matter what happens to me, I will be content. I've
written down the most important names I know, and with this book
safely stowed away, my life and the lives of my loved ones will
live on in words forever.
>
> Even if the whole world burns, it was once written
>
> I am David
>
--- End Quote ---
This is amazing! Great job with this Fan Fiction!
#Post#: 191--------------------------------------------------
Re: In the Dirt
DIR By: Mr. Vodeus
Date: July 7, 2015, 9:03 am
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This is amazing! Great job with this Fan Fiction!
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Thank you!
#Post#: 408--------------------------------------------------
Re: In the Dirt
DIR By: Gfan14
Date: August 23, 2015, 5:34 pm
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Man, great story! Seems to go great with this one!
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