*This story mixes sci-fi, drama, action and lots of sex and violence. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1: The Revival
I sat on my rocking chair, looking out on the lake. It was late in the evening and the sun was setting. Things were peaceful and quiet, just the way I liked it.
There must be some activity happening on the lake as I noticed some lights moving back and forth, but with my failing eyesight I could not make it out.
I reached for my orange juice on the table next to me. The effort brought shooting pains to my shoulder. Age and cancer had left my body a complete wreck. While the labours of my lifetime had allowed me to purchase this property by the lake and hire a full time caretaker, living through everyday with poor eyesight, limited mobility, and excessive pain was becoming truly wearisome.
As I set my drink back down, I noticed that the sun had set. Darkness covered the lake and the little lights I had earlier noticed seemed to have faded away. I leaned back into my chair and started to doze off. My caretake, Mandy was her name, should have been preparing dinner on the other end of the house as I could smell cooking.
I fell asleep dreaming of chewing bacon.
I awoke with a start. Something had jolted me awake. Was it a loud noise? A bright flash? I looked around, developing the beginnings of cold sweat. I wanted to call for Mandy, but wasn't sure if I had just been having a bad dream.
Then I thought I saw something moving towards me from the lake. With my poor eyesight and lack of lighting, the object approaching looked vaguely like a silvery figure. Had someone come ashore from the lake at wrong pier and need assistance.
I got slowly to my feet and staggered to the edge of my porch.
"Hello! Who is that? Can I help you?"
The figure did not reply and continued to approach. It walked steadily and closed the 200 feet from the lake's edge to my home quickly. I started to panic and stumbled back towards the door into my home.
"Mandy! Mandy! Help me! Come to the front door!"
I had barely taken three steps when I heard the patio's wooden steps creak behind me. I turned as fast as a 70-yr old cancer host could, which wasn't much. The silver figure stood before me. I still could not make out any details, which was no surprise as I could neither read nor watch TV with my cateract. But what struck me was how bright the figure's clothing seemed to shine... and his height, he must have been 7 feet tall!
"Wait! What do you want? Who are...."
Before I could finish, the figure reached out and grabbed my face. As his palm covered my mouth and nose, I felt flash of pain. I tried to scream and the world turned black.
*****
I ran. Somehow I could run and I ran because something was chasing me. Dark corridor after corridor I ran. But they kept coming. I turned the next corner, breath coming fast, heart pounding, and there they were. Snakes.... countless serpant bodies coiled on the floor inches before me. I tried to flee, to turn back, but they lashed out at me lightning quick.
First one, then two, then four of them bit me, fangs sinking into my forearms, left thigh and stomach. I screamed. But there was no pain. Instead I watched with fascination as the snakes that bit me retreat... they hissed loudly, red eyes flaring.... and then they whithered.... It was as if biting me had drained the life from them.
More snakes lashed out and bit me... and as with the first four they recoiled and whithered.... hissing loudly.
I was suddenly overcome with an urge to rip them apart. I reached out and grabbed the first one in my hands and twisted it.... it hissed but did not bite me.
Unthinkingly, I lifted the snake to my mouth and ripped it open with my teeth. Blood gushed out... flowed into my mouth.... and my hunger grew.... I bite again... chewing swallowing.... it was glorius....
The snakes kept trying to bite me... and with each bite they recoiled and fell to the floor. I waded in, picking each one up and savagely tearing into them with my teeth. With each bite my hunger grew... and with each bite I grew stronger...
Blood gushed everywhere... and when I had torn every snake open with my teeth and drank them dry... I tilted my head back and roared!
*****
And then I woke up.
It was just a dream. Being able to run could only be a dream after all. I could not remember when was the last time I ran.
As my eyes focused, I realised I was lying in bed. I stared at the white ceiling above me. Looks like its been some time since we cleaned the ceiling as dirt had started to accumulate along the aircon ducts.
Wait a second.... I could see the ceiling.... dust on the ceiling???!
I sat up.... I sat up?! I could not remember the last time I could sit up without Mandy's help. It was then I noticed my hands... the flesh was pink... fingers thick and strong.... my forearms long and muscular....
I had to still be dreaming....
I got to my feet.... and stood up. Ignoring how tight my pyjamas felt, I rushed across the room to the full length mirror on the far wall.
I had not looked in the mirror for years... I could not see.... But the last time I had, I was a 60-yr old man, 5' 10" with little hair and a potbelly.
I was definitely not the Greek God that stared back at me now.
The reflection before me portrayed a tall (maybe 6' 3"?) muscular man with imposing features and a full head of thick black hair. My hair colour was the same.... eyes were still blue... but even in high school I must have been a shadow the male porn star in the mirror.
Was I still dreaming? I slapped myself a few times. No change. I was still standing before the mirror in my pyjamas looking like a male underwear model.
Then I noticed something else... a sound I'd not heard in many years...
