Battlefield

People die everyday. Blood is spilled. Screams fill the air. Zombies crowd the streets, vampires hunt the night, ghosts haunt you if you don't hide, demons snatch anyone who walks near them. Humans are at war and we are losing.

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People die everyday. Blood is spilled. Screams fill the air. Zombies crowd the streets, vampires hunt the night, ghosts haunt you if you don't hide, demons snatch anyone who walks near them. Humans are at war and we are losing.

I am Silas Gracelyn Links. I hunt the supernatural and paranormal. My parents died in the first Universe War. My father, Charles Jacob Links, was a war hero who died saving a fellow comrade from a vampire. My mother, Jennifer Garcia Links, was a war nurse who shielded a injured soldier with her own body from a zombie. They both died heroes and I plan on being one too.

Human numbers are dwindling everyday and supernatural numbers are going up by the second. Our soldiers are fighting but they are dying quickly so some of the citizens decided to become Hunters. We hunt the supernatural and paranormal so that human beings at least have a fighting chance.

I walk out into the dark, gloomy afternoon. There's no sun anymore. I hold my silver stake in my hand and a dagger in my boot. Rookies carry more weapons but I'm not a rookie to Hunting.

I hear the shrill shriek of a zombie. They're not like how Hollywood portrays them,-or portrayed them since Hollywood is almost all rubble now- but are fast and swift. You have to be faster and swifter.

The zombie races towards me and I flick my knife out of my boot. Before the zombie open its nasty mouth I slice the knife through its neck, severing its spinal cord. It topples to the ground in a limp pile of broken limbs. I kick the pile of limbs away with my boot.

"Silas!" A voice calls from behind me.

I spin around quickly. Very few people would dare sneak up on me. Everyone knows my name and my Hunting skill. I was the first one to kill a Enemy- any supernatural or paranormal being or human that is against other humans.

My little brother, Alex, comes running up to me. He's twelve-years-old and has seen more death than any kid should.

"Alex!" I exclaim. "I told you to stay in the shelter!"

"I know!" He groans. "But it's so boring!"

I roll my eyes and say, "You better get back before-" I'm cut off by a high howl. Ghost.

"Silas!" Alex exclaims, terrified.

"Stay near me. Alex." I command, trying to keep my voice steady.

The ghost comes drifting towards us. It's a see through human being that reeks of death. It howls again. The ghost darts towards us quickly and swiftly. It rakes out its claw and hits Alex in the shoulder- right where I'm not covering him.

Alex cries out in pain and falls to the ground. He goes still before I can kneel down beside him. I slash the ghost with my silver stake and the ghosts disappears.

I kneel down beside Alex and I try to shake him awake. I know it's no use but I have to try.

"Alex," I whisper, even though I know he's not waking up.

I pick up his small, limp body and carry him to a empty field. I dump the body on the ground and start a fire. You have to burn bodies now or they'll turn into a Enemy. I put out the fire when I know there is nothing left of my little brother but ashes. I spread out the ashes throughout the field. I walk back to the shelter.

The only people in the shelter were my father, my mother, Alex and me. Now, it's only me.

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