The dreadful horror

It's been days since Marks journey, he hadn't eaten in so long. Not a single building had food. Each building was empty with the occasional furniture, or random endless hallways.

It felt like he was going in circles, every building, and every vehicle spread across the streets all look the same. It was as if he wasn't making any progress at all. After hours of endless walking he finally found something new it was a group of Bandits but they weren't the same bandits he met before. They wore rugged loose cotton shirts, with a vest over it, and for their pants they wore leather chaps over their jeans. They all had large leather boots, and some wore cowboy hats. They looked more like outlaws from the Wild West then a bunch of intimidating biker gang members.

He quickly hid behind a building watching them from afar. They seemed to be ransacking a nearby building, but they seemed as unlucky as Mark, for they find nothing. They quickly got on their horses, and ran like the wind towards the non existent sunset.

'What a strange world' Mark thought to himself he slowly got up after waiting for the outlaws to leave his field of vision. He continued on his way north every now and then checking if any of the buildings have food or water with it only ending in disappointment.

The grumbling of his stomach began to grow unbearable, and he was tired of his throat being so dry. At this point Mark felt like he was going to starve, or die of dehydration before he'd find the Orc settlement.

The city was silent like it normally was at this point he's grown used to the silence, when he first found himself in this world it made him feel on edge. It made him feel alone, yet at the same time like something was near, like something was watching his every move. Now he knows he isn't alone and even though that means there's more danger it gives him somewhat a sense of relief. Mark kept thinking of the phone even though the chances of the phone still being alive is lower than a monkey writing Romeo, and Juliet, he still hoped somehow he escaped those dreadful bandits.

As Mark continued his boringly peaceful walk he came across the same outlaws he saw before though this time they were looking Marks direction. They didn't seem to notice Mark. They weren't even paying attention. The outlaws simply stared into the distance and their eyes were widened so much it looked as if they might pop right out from their sockets.

Mark had a strong gut feeling something was behind him, he could feel it's gaze piercing the back of his skull. He felt tempted to turn around, and see for himself, but yet another gut feeling told him that would be a bad idea. Mark simply continued to walk forwards ever so slowly.

It made Mark jumped when one of the outlaws began to laugh yet it wasn't no normal laugh it sounded like a mixture of horror, and dread. He could hear distorted tapping at first it was slow, a tap every 10 seconds, but it slowly got faster. As it grew faster so did Marks walking he quickly moved forwards away from the outlaws.

The tapping grew faster, and closer until Mark realized that wasn't just tapping. They were footsteps, and whatever it was it was moving at inhuman speeds.

Mark darted towards a nearby alleyway figuring he wouldn't be able to outrun such a thing he'd hide. Mark found a large dumpster, and jumped inside, lucky for him it was empty. Close after Mark hid he could hear the screams of pure anguish, and agony before quickly being ended by the loud sound of breaking bones, and tearing flesh.

He then heard the creature quickly run towards Mark. Mark not knowing what to do covered his mouth with his hand. Mark stopped breathing so it wouldn't hear him. He could hear distorted sounds like something was being played backwards.

"Help me please...." It spoke in a very contorted, and echoey voice millions of voices cried out the most audial being a little girls voice. It knew he was hiding he could tell it was standing right in front of the dumpster.

"Please…. it comes closer...." The little girls voice said. Mark felt like jumping out, and running. Though he knew that was reckless it'd catch him with ease. He's best bet was to wait, and hope it doesn't find him. After awhile the creature stops with its noise.

He couldn't tell if it had left but he was too scared to look, and find out. He didn't want to take the risk. He just sat there waiting, and waiting. After awhile Mark felt his eyelids grow heavy. Though Mark refused to fall asleep not with that thing potentially waiting outside.

A few more hour later Mark collected all the courage within his being to look outside. He slowly opened up the lid of the dumpster peeking outside. He saw nothing, quite literally, it was pitch black in the alleyway. Mark climbed out from the dumpster slowly sneaking out of the alley.

Knowing there was a horrific creature roaming the streets made him skeptical of every step he took. He continued to walk north like he originally was doing before the encounter. Mark felt that similar feeling when he first came to this dreadful city. He felt like millions of eyes stared at him, sometimes Mark could even see things within the corners of his eyes. Yet nothing was there. Mark felt like he was going insane, did the very presence of this creature break the very fabric of his mind? he wanted to run back to the dumpster, even if it smelt like rotting eggs, and dog dookie, he felt safer inside it, then outside.

Suddenly Mark could hear loud screams within the far distance.

`It was still on the hunt` Mark thought to himself. After the first scream another followed. Mark was in some dangerous territory. Mark knew there was a slight possibility the Orcs just like the Outlaws could have been slaughtered. This meant Mark might not even find the camp for it might not exist.

He heard another scream it was directly behind Mark this time, and it wasn't far. Mark turned around towards the scream. He could tell it was a woman's voice. The scream felt familiar to him yet when he tried to remember what it might have reminded him of, he could not remember it was just fuzz. Though when he tried really hard, he could see large sky blue eyes. This made Mark smile a little, wait why was he smiling? He didn't know he just felt fuzzy, and warm. Suddenly he felt a cold hand slam against his face.

Mark felt confusion as he looked around, he couldn't see who slapped him. He could hear a voice.

"Snap out-" it cut off into a static noise.

"What?" Mark said looking around once again, he felt the warmth. Mark felt it again pull back at him. He saw the same Blue eyes he saw before, but it grew a small nose, and rosy cheeks.

Before Mark could concentrate on it again, he felt the cold palms hit his face once again.

"Snap out of it!" He could hear the voice better this time.

"Who are you?" Mark asked, there was no reply. "Hello?!" Mark yelled he could hear the voice again.

"Snap out of it!!!" Suddenly he felt himself jolt back into his body, like if he was having a out of body experience, and he just came back to life. He saw a green man, he was carrying Mark over his shoulders. The Orc then fell over dropping Mark.

Right before Mark hit the floor everything went dark.