A/N: all thoughts use ' and ', all sound effects will be in italics, and since there isn't really any actual spoken dialogue the paragraphs may be kinda long. And it is very gory as told by my good friend Adrienne Jones.
The Last Survivor
My first thought about arriving in town was 'Am I the only one left alive?' My name is Leon. I've been running for the past several years. The town I arrived in was completely deserted. There was no sign of life anywhere. It was dusk when I arrived, but even the coming of nightfall didn't stop the temperature from being 96 degrees Fahrenheit. The dusty, barren landscape only added to the heat. It felt like being roasted in an oven. The air shimmered and danced before my eyes as I walked farther in. I needed to find shelter quick before nightfall. When the sun fully sets, the temperature drops to below 50 degrees Fahrenheit. With no sun to keep the area burning hot, it got freezing cold fast. As I looked around town for any life forms, I finally spotted a house that wasn't charred to ashes. It was a blacksmith's shop but it was definitely better than freezing to death. I walked inside. There were old tools lying strewn across a work table which was covered with a thick layer of dust. I walked further in and found it to be a one-room house. I walked to the corner where the bed was and sat down, watching many cockroaches scatter from my feet.
'Just great', I thought.
I lied down and quickly fell asleep as I was exhausted from the long day's walk in the desert.
I awoke the next morning to the sounds of grunting and snorting. I quieted my breathing and carefully opened one eye. I saw one of the creatures I had been running from standing next to the work bench examining a rusted screwdriver with its back to me. I carefully looked around the room for the nearest weapon I could use. I couldn't find anything small enough so I picked up a circular saw. It was medium in weight so I had to be careful as to not knock it into anything because it's a lot harder to move something big than something small. I slid out of the bed to the floor crouching. I slowly crept over until I was almost near enough to grab the creature. I looked closer at the genetic makeup. The skin looked like opaque sheet metal and the organs were almost visible inside. It had spikes protruding from its elbows and knees. Its hands and feet were clawed and from what I've seen before, it had two huge maws filled with odd-shaped fangs. The eyes were on the front of the head and the nostrils were almost invisible. I carefully stood up. I took a deep, quiet breath. I turned the circ-saw on and it roared to life. I swung up and just as the creature turned around I brought the roaring circ-saw down on the creature's head. Its scream sounded like a roaring locomotive getting hit with an atomic bomb. Its head split open and reddish-blue blood sprayed everywhere. I continued to slice downward, cutting veins and an organ or two. I was drenched in blood. I could taste it in my mouth as I was the first human to wound one of these creatures badly enough. There was no iron in their blood. It tasted like sticky, overly sweet juice. I noticed the creature started to regenerate, so I found one of its four hearts and turned it to pulp with the circ-saw. I finally cut all the way through, splitting it in half. The creature regenerated its body back together. I froze in fear. Just as it was about to claw my body apart, the creature stopped. Even though it regenerated, it couldn't remove the blood in its lungs It started to choke as blood poured out of its mouth. Blood started running out of its eye sockets and near invisible nostrils. It gagged and fell to the floor slowly dying. I breathed a sigh of relief. Wack! I was hit in the back of the head and I blacked out.
I regained consciousness. The back of my skull was throbbing. I had no idea how long I had blacked out for. I tried to move my arms but found that they were shackled. The chains attached to the shackles stretched a hundred feet and were attached to a pillar. It was the same with my legs. I was suspended over a bottomless pit. I looked around. An old but heavily armored creature came to a ledge. Its glowing orange eyes pierced my hazel ones. It held out its right hand in a fist with its thumb sticking out. A sudden wrenching feeling in my gut told me what was happening. This leader was mimicking the ancient leaders of Rome who gave the verdict in the battle arena. The leader turned and looked to several other leaders. They nodded their heads. The leader's hand turned. Down. I panicked looking for a way out when I heard a grinding sound. Rows upon thousands of rows of spinning spikes came up from the pit. The leader halted the spikes. It activated a plasma crosswalk that led straight to where I was suspended. It walked across. Upon reaching me it stopped and took off its headband. It attached it to my head. Suddenly, I couldn't feel the pain of the tight shackles on me. The throbbing pain in the back of my head was also gone. I felt like a god. The leader's mouths moved up on one side in a mimic of a grin. Something wasn't right. The leader about-faced and walked back to where it stood before. The walkway shimmered and disappeared. Once again the grinding noise started up.
'I have to get out of here', I thought.
But I was stuck shackled, and would fall if I was freed. The rows of spikes reached my feet. They felt like mush. I looked down and vomited. My feet had been ground to a bloody pulp and I hadn't felt a thing! The spikes climbed higher and higher, shredding my skin and tearing apart my muscles. I was bleeding heavily from the stomach down. The spikes ripped my stomach open, catching my intestines and ripping them out. They tangled and then were crushed into a bloody mess. I was horrified and yet I couldn't feel a thing. I felt my rib cage turn to mush as it was ground to dust. My lungs and heart were ripped out and shredded.
'How am I still alive?', I wondered, amazed.
My throat was gouged out and pulpified. The spikes stopped moving upward but continued to spin. The headband beeped and turned opaque. All of the pain I should have felt before came flooding back to me one hundred fold. I tried to scream and couldn't. Just as I was about to pass out from the pain, the spikes shot upward ripping my skull in half and splattering bits of brain tissue and gore everywhere. I was effectively and utterly destroyed. The leader laughed, a sound that comes from the demons living in one's own mind as they feed on your fear. The human race had officially been slaughtered. This was one war that we lost, and it cost us the entire race of human beings.
A/N: The headband device keeps you alive until the brain is destroyed, even when you shouldn't technically still be alive. All pain is stored in the device until the moment when only the head remains. Then it is unleashed back again one hundred fold of what the pain for such destruction would normally be.