The Blood Stained Rain

We begin as most stories do with a little back story of our main character, Zane Pandova is a 22 year old male, he goes to med school and does quite well there, however Zane is a loner, you never see him with anyone else just alone if you see him at all. Maybe it's this need of his to be alone that forced these events to descend upon him, maybe it's because of who he really is but hey that's spoilers. Now that we covered who exactly we are following, how about we start this off.

The night was dark, cloudy, like block out the moon cloudy, fog had swept across the area and a storm had began. Zane was driving home from his part time job as a receptionist at Midfield general hospital, when he came to a road that was covered in this fog, unlit and empty. He choose to go down that road so he could avoid traffic. Now it wasn't very late, maybe around 8pm towards 9pm in fact so to see the road as darkened as this was strange indeed especially since the only light that illuminated the road was the light that was emanating from the headlights of his car. However Zane felt drawn to that road and continued forward until soon his tyres popped and he had to leave the car.

'God damn it.' He thought to himself 'I only have one spare tire and three have gone flat. I guess I'll have to look for shelter to get out of this fucking rain and call a mechanic. Once I get a signal that is.' He continued thinking to himself as he swept his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it to see the signal gone. As he put his phone away, he heard a high pitched scream as if caused by a young girl. Without thinking he began to run towards the screaming as it continued on, further and further he ran guided by the screams of the young girl until suddenly they just stopped. He slowed himself down and looked around to notice he was now no longer on the road, he was standing in a field, with no houses or barns or even wildlife it was completely desolate and the fog just made this apparent but there in the middle of the field stood a scarecrow like figure.

Zane approached the scarecrow and there in its hand was what looked to be a tongue. Zane freaked out "What the fuck?" He whispered as he took a closer look towards the face of the scarecrow, it was smiling and through its straw filled bag-head emerged worms slithering around his eye holes and mouth. There at the corner of its mouth and dripping slowly down it's flannel shirt was what looked like black goo and the rain made it thicker. Zane was now drenched in the liquid the rain had been pouring on him, so he ran his left forefinger against his thumb to discover the rain was sticky, it was definitely not water. So Zane once again took out his phone with his right hand and activated its flash light hovering it towards his thumb and finger.

Now illuminated, Zane could see the red colour of the rain and it was dripping onto the phone but as he stared at his left finger the scarecrow grabbed his arm. Terror filled Zane as he forced his arm from the scarecrow's hand, dropping his phone in the struggle and began to once again run, followed slowly by the now free scarecrow. Zane bolted through the field as fast as his legs could carry him and finally came to a service station, behind this service station was a hut. Zane now had a choice to go to the service station or enter the hut so he chose to enter the hut and bunker down. He stopped running as he came to it's entrance and knocked slowly at the door. Knock. Knock. Knock. The sound of his hand against the door reverberated through the sky like thunder.

Slowly the door swung open and as Zane walked in, he could see torches emitting a light towards the centre of the hut and there standing with her back to him was a young girl with black hair in a white dress. He decided to approach her and placed his right hand on her left shoulder. But as she turned towards him with her mouth a gape Zane could see her tongue was missing, he looked towards her eyes to see nothing but black and running blood. Murmuring, she stepped towards him using her hands to search around the hut. Zane now panicking he avoided being touched by her and slowly backed out of the hut as he witnessed her begin to run towards the sound of his footsteps on the floor.

He once again bolted with the girl on his tail and who knows where the scarecrow was, he bypassed the service station to see a man with a hatchet in his head appear from within and the man stood up blood dripping from the wound on his head as the man also began to give chase. With three unnatural beings now chasing him Zane could not stop running now, he wanted to make it out, he wanted to live and though his adrenaline could only carry him so far Zane fought against it and ran faster. Finally he came to a church, where he chose to hide as all three had now reached the far end of the trail he had run down.

He threw the door open, entered and closed the door quickly behind him, not bothering to look within, he grabbed a nearby chair and pinned it against the handles and finally turned towards the altar of the church to see it lit by a candle. Breathless and exhausted Zane sat on the bench closest to the altar, his eyes began to close and though Zane attempted to fight it he quickly dozed off. It had been a rough night for him, his thoughts were clouded by guilt by the fact that he didn't choose to help the girl or the man, no instead he chose to run. How could he be a doctor if his first thought was of his survival and not of how he could help these two injured yet alive people. The thought of this soon awoke him as a banging against the door rumbled through the church.

Zane looked around once again to see the candle had gone out and from outside he could hear the murmuring of the young girl, the almost dead moaning from the man and the scarping of stuffed fabric of the scarecrow. Surrounded and running out of time, Zane headed towards the back door and as the front one burst open he just turned the handle opening the door and left. Faster he ran, tripping over wire and twisting his left ankle, cutting open his left leg as he stumble against it. Now limping and trailing blood, Zane carried himself further onwards until soon he came to a shed.

He entered the shed and saw body after body lying there and in the middle of them was the young girl decayed, tongueless, eyeless body. 'How can this be? She's dead yet she's giving chase to me.' He thought to himself but there was no time to answer and as disgusting and bloody as this scene was he knew he had to barricade himself in until morning. He searched and searched for a tool until he found a shovel and he pried it into the handles of the door and stacked a table that was close by to it. Safe at last he sat by the table, leaning his back against it and began to look at his leg, blood was running down it now, his ankle was in really bad shape and the gory rain had only made the wound worse. There was nothing he could do, no tools to use to patch the leg up so he just lay there.

Loosing blood and still very much exhausted Zane soon passed out, his dreams took him back to his time in medical school where he was treating a young girl with black hair in a white dress alone, he turned his head looking for any sign of anyone else, picked a knife and cut out her tongue, he then used the knife to take out her eyes. The next dream he had was of a man, he had been placed in the hospital for his mental health and Zane was left alone with him, using a hatchet he swung into the man's head, to Zane the problem was fixed, no active brain no bad mental health. The final dream was when Zane was 14 years old and his father had beaten his mother to the point of death, Zane angered by his father's actions approached his father while he slept knife in hand and slit his throat, he carried his father towards the back end of their house and placed him on a set of sticks used to pin scarecrows up, he tied his arms around the posts and placed a bag over his dead father's head, sawing the bag into his neck and then filled his father's clothes with straw.

Woken by his final dream Zane saw light emerge through a window and at that moment a rooster clucked. Zane got up, smiled and began to drag the table from the door and as he finally moved it out of the way and shifted the shovel from the handles he swung the doors open to be met by the shining light of the sun. But it wasn't the sun, it was a large machete, glimmering the light from the church in the metal and like that the machete met Zane's head. His smile forever engraved on his face and the loom of relief forever in his eyes as his blood poured down his face and his body fell limp.

We return to the road, Zane's car had gone, the fog returned as did the darkness once again only lit by an oncoming car and like that as the car hit the road the tyres popped and the horror would start again, this time with Zane as one of the monsters and the only real monster there.....