Earth's Darkest Hour

I'm not the best at writing, but here is my attempt:

Prologue
Journal of Paul Nowan

It has been 14 years since the beginning of this century, but we have not progressed much since the last century. We are still fighting each other in a constant struggle to see which race is superior, as tribal warfare is. The great nations of the world have been weakened from these wars, to a point where some of the greatest cities of the world, London, Paris, Los Angeles, Beijing, have become wastelands, only reminding us of death and destruction. I have been studying the space from my site outside of New York, the last great city standing. As I’ve been studying space more and more, I have been noticing an increased number of comets going by Earth.
These comets have been numerous and have baffled me to what is happening I the sky. My only assumption is that a star blew up long ago, but alas I have not a good answer to this peculiar occurrence. I have taken this up with many great scholars, but they came to the same conclusion- we have no idea what is happening.

Prologue Part 2
The introduction to the World

Chris Stevens started to get up from his couch in his apartment on 52nd street. He had no idea what happened last time, put his first guess after trying to walk was he had one to many drinks last night. Chris turned on the TV to find out that the military had lost contact with some of its more remote satellites in Alaska. “Typical”. Chris remarks as he starts to make some coffee to combat his hangover.
During the last five years, the United States had been attacked by Russia many times and China, sometimes simultaneously. The world began to spiral downward after the trade war between the US and China. After that, it turned into the first war between the US and China. It involved many different attacks and the destruction of two great cities, Los Angeles and Beijing. After that war, the US and China have been getting into war after war.
Chris sat back down and started to flip through channels, looking for something to watch. He stopped on the International news after something caught his attention. “We have reports of satellites going out in Europe, but they have not been confirmed. It seems their may be another attack on the EU, after the last incident two years ago”. The reporter droned.
When the first war between the US and China started, the nations of Europe were split between who to support. Western Europe was mostly on the side of the US, but Eastern Europe and France supported the Chinese government. This resulted in a conflict that lasted until about 2 years ago, but the effects can still be felt today. The greatest bastions of civilization had been bombed out, and only London has been somewhat rebuilt.
Chris turns off the TV and starts to walk for the door and his keys when he hears a scream from down the hall. Chris takes his Colt pistol and walks down the hall. At the beginning of the stairs, he sees a brutish man beating a woman who is most likely already dead. “Freeze!” Yells Chris as he approaches the man with his pistol extended. The man looks up, and Chris is appalled by this man’s appearance. The man stood there with a piece of leather on, splattered with the woman’s blood and some of her organs. His face had blood splattered all over it and in his hand was what seemed to be a baseball bat but with metal spikes sticking out of it, covered in excrements and blood.
The brutish man ran at Chris with his club ready strike once he reached his target. Chris tries again and yells, “Freeze ****er!” But to Chris’ dismay, the man just kept running at him. Chris fired three rounds, each going through his head. The man fell over dead.
Chris stepped over the man and almost threw up when he saw the woman’s body, with the body almost completely open. He walked outside and saw that the city was in complete turmoil. Dead bodies were strewn all over, and he saw men resembling the person he just killed. Out of nowhere, he felt a piercing pain in his stomach. He looked down to see a spear stuck through his stomach and blood slowly coming out of his stomach. The spear was withdrawn and the hole it left behind started to gush out blood. Chris looked behind him to see a man almost the same as the other one he killed, staring down at him with a stone face. Chris started to feel himself slip from consciousness.
This is the beginning of Earth’s darkest time.

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First Dawn
Part 1

Adam Windsor woke up and quickly put on a jacket. He headed for the door and walked out of his apartment to go to his work. Adam didn’t have a normal job per say; he was a narcotics operative for the police. His first action always each morning was to report to the nearest police station for a check up and if he had any leads to who was bringing in all the recent drugs. As he was walking, he noticed an unusual amount of clad in raw leather. He went up to one of them and asked, “What’s happenin’? Are you guys here for a fair or sumthin?” The man just looked at Adam with no signs of emotion and kept walking. Adam yelled as the guy was walking away, “Not the social type, Eh?”
Adam kept on and walking and soon found himself in the police station. “Hey Claire,” Adam says as he addresses the woman at the counter, “I need to see the chief before 9:00. Can you get him?”
“Sure thing Adam”. She says with a wink. After about 5 minutes, the Chief came out and started to bring Adam to his office. On the way, the chief started to complain about things breaking out all over the city. “We’ve had 20 9-1-1 calls in the last 10 minutes, all them about some stranger clad in leather beating other people. I’m spread thin Adam, very thin”. The chief ranted.
As they were walking back to the chief’s office, they heard a scream from outside and saw the same men that ignored Adam coming towards the station. “What the hell is this?” yelled one of the police officers filing some papers. His answer was soon answered when the TV went to a special report. The newscaster soon came on, “The government is advising people to stay inside after they were sent multiple videos showing brutal killings of civilians by a group of people wearing what seems to be medieval armour”.
The newscaster was cut short of his report because right then the power went out. “Everyone, get your asses up! Now!” After that, the chief turned to Adam, “I need you to go to the armory and get out the weapons. Move Adam!” Adam ran over to the armory and started to pull everything off and give it to people s they moved by. Shotguns, rifles, pistols, and even riot sticks were given out to combat the people outside. Soon, the armory was empty and then everyone was in the briefing room.
“People, we have a crisis on our hands. I need you to go around and find the following officers to help us out”. He looked out into the crowd, figuring out who to send. “Windsor, Hill, and James. I need you to get Chris Stevens and bring him to me. He’s one of our best shots and I’m relying on you to bring him here”. The three nodded and started for the door as the Chief assigned others to get Jackson, Louis, and Smart. Adam and his partners were the first ones to go out onto the street.
They found themselves almost surrounded by these inhuman killers. Adam started to shoot through them with help from his partners and the cops in the precinct. As they ran to 52nd Street and Chris Stevens, they passed hundreds of dead bodies, all mutilated by clubs and some seemed to have been cut by swords also. Soon they started to get bogged down by the brutish men, but were able to get out of them through their skill with a gun.
“Damnit, their all over. Where the hell did they come from?” Vince James asked as they started to find themselves low on ammo. “I don’t have a ****ing clue to be honest Vince. They seem to come out of nowhere and just kill everything, not caring if it was an innocent civilian, a cop, or a pregnant woman”. Lindsay Hill said as they past a dead body of a pregnant woman and a cop who seemed to die protecting her. Soon they were at the beginning of 52nd Street, almost out of ammo and ready to find Chris. “This place was hit hard and fast”. Vince remarks as they walk down the road, which is almost impassable because of the amount of bodies.
They soon came upon Chris’ apartment building, with no ammo and sick because of all the carnage they saw. As they approached the building, Adam looked down to see Chris’ body limp and dead from a stab directly through the stomach. “It seems we now we came here for nothing. Let’s start back”.
“No!” retorts Vince, who sounds appalled by this idea, “I’m out, you’re out, and so I Lindsay. We can’t go on without more ammo”.
“If we don’t, were going to die here anyways. We might as well make a run for it, and hope to get back to where we can make a stand”.
Lindsay determined to end this argument, reaches down to Chris’ body and takes his keys along with his gun that was lying beside him. “Chris always keeps spare ammo in his apartment. We can reload there and go back. It’s out best bet guys”.

To Be Continued.

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Aftermath
Part 2

Only three hours after the first attack, the people of Earth were pummeled. Every major military installation was either completely destroyed or took heavy losses to a point where they were unable to help. Urban areas were decimated to a point where there were only a few hundred people left. The police could not contain the unmerciful killing and the carnage inflicted by these attackers.
Eon West had been at work when the first attacks happened. The building in which he worked was soon filled with screams. He went for his gun that he kept in his desk for emergencies and stood ready for whatever is happening. All the office thought it was a disgruntled co-worker, but what came up the steps was something they would never expect.
As the employees were hiding, the door went flying out of the way and out came the attackers. They swept through the office, killing anyone they could find. The remaining employees ran for the elevator, but that didn’t help any of them. The attackers cut through them like they were wheat ready for the harvest. The few that got away on the elevators were soon killed by the other brutes outside.
Eon was still hiding behind his desk when they came into his office. Eon’s only chance was to kill them and make a break for it. Eon jumped up from behind his desk and quickly killed the first and second attackers, and made a run for it to the stairs. He was able to get to the stairs before the other brutes got to him. Eon made a break for it by running straight into the street, and ran in the direction of the police station.
But soon he found himself surrounded by the brutes and out of ammo. Eon then picked up a metal bar from the corpse at his feet. He was ready t offend them off for however long he could. But what seemed to be a miracle happened right then. He heard shots coming from the opposite direction and saw the brutes going down under the heavy fire. Eon then ran at the nearest one and swung his pipe at the brute’s head, but it ducked out of the way. The brute swung back with his club, clipping Eon’s arm, almost making him drop his weapon. But Eon recovered and smashed the brute’s knee. It fell down to the ground with a shatter knee. Eon took his pipe and then broke it’s skull with a gigantic hit.
Adam and Lindsay started to approach the man they just saved with their guns still pointed at his head. “Who are you and what are you doing out here?” The man answered, “My name is Eon West, and I just escaped that building.” Eon looks at his once workplace with hateful eyes. “They attacked my building where I work and slaughtered everyone in it. I was able to get away, but just barely”.
The group kept on their way to the police station, meeting the occasional brute. After a long walk made longer by the road blocks made by piled up bodies and abandoned cars, they were a block away from the police station. As they turned the corner, relieved that they had made it, they found something that took them completely aback. The police station was on the brink of collapse. Its foundation had been pounded away by the brutes and it was on the brink of collapse. The outside was splattered with blood from both the police who died and the brutes. Adam walked through the dead bodies outside of the station and started to go inside the broken doors.
At first site, any normal person would’ve thrown up. Organs and limbs were scattered all over, with hardly a single body being complete. They stepped on lungs, livers, intestines, and many different pieces of the body. “Start to rummage through the corpses. We need more ammo for our weapon if we wish to survive”.
“We can do fine with the ammo in the vault, Adam”. Lindsay says as Adam started to rummage through the numerous bodies. “Good luck finding the keys to the vault, Hill. The chief had them and he is dead unless you believe in miracles”. Lindsay seemed like she was going to try to respond to this ultimatum, but she could not come up with the right words. The group fanned out and looked for the guns and ammo. They found enough to last them for a week they thought, but they all had doubts. Eon suggested making a run for it, but he was defeated when Adam asked the question, “Where will we go?”
The crew thought this question out until they came up with a solution: We’ll go to Fort Kerry. They decided on it and started their journey the first chance they got. Adam and Eon decided it would be easier to make it a in a car, but the road was blocked up with debris. So for a suicidal mission that spanned many miles, they would have to make it on foot.

To be Continued.