Wolf's Out

Month: March, 2017

Remnants of our world.

I can’t can explain if we can say this is the end of our time, as we all hope beyond the seas there are still somewhere that stands as everything used to stand. It is hard to say that civilization totally disappeared , because I want to consider that whatever thing we manage to sustain still holds similarities about our past.  We struggle to survive, nevertheless we keep track of time and me with my spare few time decided to record all the events we are going through. Without time there is no, without history, there is no civilization.

When I was still young, before all that happened, the information overwhelmed us. We had everything and with our phones and computers we are able to record everything; plus we could choose what to know and what not to. Do you want to know about science? Click here! Do you want to know about what the Kardashians did last weekend? Click here! Do you want to know about the war in the Middle East? Click here! Do you want to know more about that hot girl in your classroom? Click here!

I regret all the the time I wasted watching videos of people doing stupid things instead of learning how to threat a wound or repair a radio. Everything was there in the infinite piles of information spread around the servers. We were spoiled and choose to spend our free time watching photos of food, reading about which zodiac signs were compatible with ours. If I just had known, maybe I wouldn’t have enlisted. If I had known maybe I could help more when I was back. If I had know maybe we will be more.

It was too late, I should worry about today. Anyway, I will keep a track of all, as maybe nobody does anymore. It could be a future and they will like to know what happened to learn from our mistakes, at we tried to learn from the ones of our ancestors. I don’t think we could avoid it all. The sickness was inevitable, but the war could have been.

We wondered in the outskirts of a city, scavenging anything useful we could have.  It remind me of my patrolling when I was deployed, but I was more scared back then; I had something to loose. I am not sure about it now. We all knew inside the city there were more chances of finding more of what we needed, but we weren’t that desperate. The risks of infection were high and we hadn’t protection. We travelled light and kept our distance and that is why we were alive.

The more time passed, the more I read and the more I read, the more books I hunted for. My companions found that silly at the beginning, as our bags should supposed to be full of useful things, but as we wondered through the wasteland all of us agreed with time that information was our biggest weapon to survive. We read about all we could find, to learn, to improve, but I would say that also for keeping us sane. Everything around us changed and those who we knew died. There was no instagram to share the landscaped we encountered our facebook to stalk those we saw. The things we did and the people we know were lost together with those servers and with them the splendor of our world.

Could we overcome what was in front of us? Could we stop wondering? I had no answers. What I do know, we grew close to those around us. Even in the pain and suffering we encountered, we saw each other through our own selves and not pretentious profiles or social mask based on what was wrong our right. There were no strains right now and we all showed our true colors, yet it doesn’t imply they were all good. Those evil and corrupt still wondered as we do.

The sickness that appeared wasn’t something new. Many perished in the past due to different kinds of them . The black death chose without discrimination its victims as this virus do. The CEO’s and homeless danced together with death , the same way the Nobles and the peasants did centuries before. The difference, in my opinion, is they knew less and their fear spread , mouth to moth, slower than those viral videos on the internet I saw when it began. The exponential panic and chaos generated from it destroyed everything, including people’s minds. I don’t necessarily think the virus killed everybody, their own fear of death doomed many even before any signs of infection in their bodies. The war didn’t ended because somebody won, it ended because the virus overthrew those in power. Death had always been the true ruler, but grew tired of others making its job as it did many times before. It waited silent and let our own humanity spin the wheel of life, until it got bored and decided to do it on its own.

I don’t fear it as I did when I dig the graves of those infected. It spared me, to see all of it, to reach the point when all the screams became silent, to see when the lights went off. In return for its favor I am

recording  this, so those in the future can understand what it did, so they learn that they aren’t bigger than it and that any power in this world can help you cheat it and they can live plentiful lives and enjoying their time together before it decides to take it away. As I look from the outskirts of the city into its remnants, I don’t see its face. The trees grew higher, the birds sang and even though I was well aware the infection still wondered to streets, the silence was not there anymore. The birds sang, the winds made the plants dance and the stars shinned freely during the night without any light to

stop them . I don’t think death cared about us, as we and the perception of our time were insignificant to it, as life for it was something which will flourish with it along the way existence.

As we left that moment in our car through the empty highway to our shelter. I knew deep in my heart that this wasn’t an end but a new chance to a new beginning. Together, without any of those things that distanced us from each other as they succumbed together with those we left behind.


STORY: Everything changed after that night.

Everything changed after that night. I used to be like everybody else, like any other young man living in a big city. I used to worry about the bills, the girls that don’t text back, the team that never wins a fucking game, and many other things everybody struggles with. I am still that guy? Not really, but I am not doing so different as I may thing I am.

It was the last winter when it happened. I had been fighting with my ex-girlfriend by text messages for hours that day and went straight to the bar after work with my mates, like any other guy would have done. I was a mess, but I really believed I was cool and did all to pretend I was. I was wearing an overpriced shirt, skinny pants and had the haircut I thought attract more women or Mens’Health said it did; what a fucking looser I was.  The truth was, that I was always trying too hard, while dealing with my anxiety, and the best way to do it was getting drunk every time I was out. I was lonely, felt disconnected, and probably upset that the blonde bought I drink wasn’t willing to home with me that night. I walked out, it was foggy and my body was shaking from the cold. I managed to find the closest metro station in my gps, but by the time I was at the entrance the last train was already gone.

I sat at the station, the alcohol was settling down. The next train was coming in 3 hours; it was a weekday. Everything was so typical, and the few other people in the station were only weirdos. If I walked under the shitty weather, it was only 45 minutes if I crossed two parks which by the hour were infested by junkies, gypsies, hobos and all the midnight weirdos that populate the urban jungle. I was tired and was supposed to be at the office early the next morning, I started walking. How was I supposed to know my immature decisions would have turned me in the person I am today? It bugs me, but it was what it was.

As I walked through the street, snow started to cover my coat making my trail more shameful. Was it that all I could get? Where were the bottles of champagne and the nice ride? Where were my cool friends? I was just a simple guy and as any other simple guy I was supposed to accept the reality of life. Settle down, upload pictures of my 3-week vacation in a beach and hoping my friend’s think I am doing cool stuff. Walking in drunk in a snowy night with an empty wallet was not a memorable moment for social media. I knew it and every meter I walked felt as miserable as the homeless guys sleeping in the tents at the park. My hands were frozen and my stomach was craving for food. The park was dirty and I remembered why I never go across it, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. If somebody tried to rob me, I had absolutely nothing to give him. There was trash everywhere and the plants were winter dead. I ignored my surroundings and kept on going, my apartment was no more than a 10 minutes’ walk from the park and I had frozen pizza in the fridge.

I looked down the light snow layer over the walk path, something seemed weird. There were ripped clothes and a bunch of foot marks, all seemed to happen recently as it was not yet covered by the snow. I took off my headphones and started to look around my track.  Everything was silent, I could only hear the wind touching the bushes. I started to walk faster as I went paranoid. It felt somebody was watching me from the bushes, but I was not able to see anybody. By this hour, the park was full of weirdos and I tried to calm down. It is probably some junkies getting high? Or maybe they were planning to rob me? Rob me of what? My coat? I asked myself these questions while nervously wandered through the park.

I started to walk faster as more and more I felt vulnerable, but there was nothing to see in the darkness. My chest felt it was about to explode from the adrenaline despite the absence of any danger. Am I going crazy? I giggled nervously as I finally made it to the closest light pole. The street was just a couple of meters away and it wasn’t snowing anymore. What an idiot you are! I smiled and keep walking.

It was 3:13 a.m.; it wasn’t that early neither that late. I remember that the snowing stopped and, as I turned around to see my trail, all happened in just a blink of an eye. It (now I know maybe it was him , but I prefer to believe that before she changed it was a hot brunette with green eyes to make it sexier and less freaky) jumped to me. I don’t remember its face, since I started to run for my life, like the pussy I was. It wasn’t noisy, it was just fast and the only thing I could see was its yellow eyes and its terrifying size. It was playing with me, it could have killed me in an instant, but I guess it was trying to have some fun with my pathetic ass and it pushed a couple of times and I felt to the snow. I was like those seals which the killer whales play before eating them in those national geographic documentaries. I screamed for help, but it was 3 a.m. in a weekday and it was snowing; of course, nobody was going to notice. It was getting annoyed that I was such a cry baby. Probably because I started praying for my life and crying, it was miserable. It looked at me and made a sound, a one I don’t forget, like if it was telling me to shut the fuck off and let it end my miserable existence. I tried to make a run for my life, but it pounced on me. I grabbed my cellphone and started hitting it with it, a pretty lame idea, but I managed to hit it in the eyes. It started to get mad; I was able to see it. It knocked me to the ground and when it was about to put its teeth in my throat I managed to stop her with my arms, still she bites me many times on them. It was the moment I lost it. Was I going to die like this? All because I missed my train drunk? Is this all I accomplished? To get killed by a rabid animal? No fucking way.

My coat soaked in blood from the bites in my arms. I pushed it away with the energy I had left and once again tried to make a run for it. I reached the end of the park, however I could felt her tracking me. I walked between the cars parked over the street and keep going forward, yet I had no idea where I could reach safety.

Then a miracle happened and I never been so thankful for the weirdos in my city. A guy was about to get his dog out for a shit and as he opened the door to let the little dog out I pushed the door and rushed in. The guy of course panicked, because his dog was loose out.

What the fuck are you doing? – he said while pushing me. He tried to open the door, but I wasn’t letting him. – Don’t even think of it, there is a fucking MONSTER outside. – I hold on the door and kicked him away. The dog was outside the door barking like the typical hyperactive little dog it was. What is wrong with you man? Are you on something? Fucking weirdo! – He screamed as he tried to push me away from the door. My arm started hurting like hell and that thing was still outside. – Look at my fucking arm dude, that animal almost killed me. I am trying to save both our lives and by the way I am not the one taking my dog out for a walk at 3 am while snowing. You are the weirdo here! – I answered as I waved my arm with the sleeve covered in red. The guy bought it, and didn’t try to push me anymore.  But, what about my dog?! We need to call the police! – He was confused. We both looked at the dog, it was standing outside the door barking and suddenly it was begging to get in. – Okay, okay. let’s get the dog inside, but we need to be careful. – I told him as I looked through the door. The thing was nowhere to be seen and after arguing for a minute more, we decided to open the door. I slowly opened the door until the opening was big enough to the little dog. The stupid dog was not moving after all the scandal. I always thought dogs had a sense for this kind if shit, but maybe pugs are just the stupidest dogs in the planet. The dog finally decided to get in and as it put its paws inside, the thing jumped from nowhere and grabbed it; the dog was fucking gone. WHAT THE FUCK!? Puppy!? – The guy panicked as we both saw how that thing just destroyed the poor dog in a matter of seconds before our eyes.  We closed the door and hold into it, the guy was crying and, to be honest, me too.  The thing started to hit the door with its paws and for the first time I saw it. It was like a huge bear, but slimmer with a wolf like face. It was of a greyish color with or that I saw at that moment, I am pretty sure what is it today.

The guy and me screamed for help and the lights in the corridor started to light as the neighbors started opening the doors. WE ARE GOING TO FUCKING DIE! – The guy screamed while we both put all our effort to hold the door. I heard the door cracking, maybe we were actually going to die. I closed my eyes and hold to the door; my arm was going numb due to the scratch wounds and I had no more energy. As we stand there screaming for our lives, people of the building started to show up. I opened my eyes and the thing was gone. Only some pieces and blood of what looked like the dog were lying in front of the door. My dog! It killed my little dog! – The guy screamed as we looked outside. By the death of a little pug my life was saved.

The police came and we explained what happened, but nobody believed us. They thought we were hallucinating and that we were responsible for what happened. After a night in the hospital, a vaccine for rabies, and stitches, we had to paid for the damages. The guy and me never spoke again, yet I think, in a very weird way, own him my life. With my phone broken, my favorite coat destroyed and with some quite fucked-up scars, I decided to go on with my usual doings. I wasn’t able to explain at that time what happened even when I went to bed I couldn’t get that thing out of my head, still I tried to pretend it never happened and that it will not change anything or so I believed.