Ruined Her Yesterday

By S.L Simps

Things changed a year ago for Kim, like things changed for everyone. A quarter of the world's population became ill, birthing Maniacs. Kim fought for her survival, she learned, she grew, and with her family, she thrived as much as anyone could in a world sunk in madness. But then her family was gone, taken from her by a beast who had not fallen, nor gotten bit by any of those ill people.

Things changed for Kim again and like before, the girl was determined she would once again change with it. Now Kim would fight for survival and revenge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.L Simps
• Release date: Jan 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310974755

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Ruins

Copyright 2014 S.L. Simpson

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter One

The bellowing of their hoots is worse than then the loud screeches of hundreds of Maniacs. It’s more foreboding, more of a promise to be torn apart, to be truly devoured by real beasts. These human monsters embody what true fear is.

They come back from traveling, loaded down with spoils that they claimed, food, water, and women.

Kim hugs a basket of wet clothing tight against her frame, as she watches them roll back into camp, pride leaking from them like a toxic gas. Their women,

they sat on the back of a truck, huddled and bruised, but not yet broken. Not yet. They have fire in their irises, they are fighters, they made it this long, in this world, so, obviously they were. They had fought monsters, likely human and none-human alike. They are without a doubt very strong.

But… they haven’t met beasts like these before.

He had found all of them – Allen, an insane man with the need for power and control, he had scrounged up all the evil left in the world and set them loose, first on her family, now on what was left of the world. He had stepped on them all, crushed, and destroyed what the girl had honestly believed was the only good left.

It had been a long twelve months. First the world went to hell, her dad had named it a disease, one that tainted people's brains and drove them mad. Ultimately transforming them into primitive things that could no longer be called human. They no longer possessed human characteristics, love, compassion... gone. Vanished. Now all they possessed was hunger, hunger for human flesh and absolute chaos.

But they has survived. Some could have even called it thriving. Her dad was a smart man. A natural born leader who lead his group for a year before a whole new level of threat arrived and wiped out everything.

Allen, this man, this monster, had killed nearly everyone in her group, if they were of male gender and not as twisted as him, you were taken to the front of everyone and shot in the head.

Kim had watched it happen three times. Her father, Mason, her brother, and Rudy were all lined up in front of a crowd and shot, one by one. Their bodies burned in a barn fire that very night. The odor of their burning flesh still was singed into her mind.

Her world was bleak, what had happened nearly destroyed her. She was left alone to sink in a world infected by evil, but the young woman still had one hope. And her one last hope, a thin golden lining name is Billy Yance, her love. He had left. He had left their group, before they had been destroyed, on a quest to find his family, whom he had been separated from very early on in the apocalypse.

As the trucks pull up into the courtyard, puffs of smoke drifting up into the air. Her body shivered but not from the cold. She took a few steps back, vanishing into the crowd of onlookers, who were anxiously awaiting the groups return.

The hunting party is happy, talks of a feast fill the air. It makes Kim's stomach churn. She could remember arriving on that truck a year ago, how afraid she had been, but how determined she was not to show it. Now she had learned, pride has no place in this awful place.

She had been around a lot of drunk happy men, drunk angry men, and drunk sexually driven men, she had a lot of experience now with dealing with them. These men were always drunk and soon they would be again, making herself scarce was best.

She wasn’t worried about herself, she understood how to behave, how things worked here. The girl wasn’t worried about any of the other women, the ones who had been with this group of men for months like herself, all of them understood how to behave as well. No, it was the new women, the ones with the fire in their irises that by next week would be completely dull, if they made it that long.

There are fifteen of them now, but by day tomorrow there would likely be five to seven left. The men were always rough the first night, going too far at times – some of them simply enjoyed killing.

She gently shakes her head, backing away before fully turning, moving through a pair of metal doors back inside the warehouse that had become her new home. His community. It was guarded by tall fences, more and more adding on each day. Trenches were being built further out, trapping 'Maniacs' in them.

Allen was covering his tracks well.

Kim moves along a darkened hallway, entering into the back of a large commons area filled with benches and lunch tables. The odor of cooking meat assaults her nose, mixing in with the odor of sweat and filth. The young woman quickly moves through it and up a pair of rickety metal stairs, balancing the basket on her hip. She moves by many home-made bedrooms, separated by curtains as she moves down halls. Lights flicker on and off, the electricity spotty and unpredictable.

After nearly five minutes of quick walking she finds herself pushing through another metal door, she finds herself in a room, empty besides a large broken window stretching out before her and a thin rope hanging horizontally between the walls. She gently sets the basket onto the filthy floor, she grabs a shirt from it and moves towards the line, feeling around in the over-sized pockets of her