Brendan Sanders

“THE INFECTED: PART 11 (Sort of)” by Brendan Sanders

***Hello!! I wanted to try and fit a silly prompt into the world of THE INFECTED. So, here's my attempt at that. Thank you for reading and enjoy!*** “Hey there” A tiny voice whispers from the darkness. I jump to my feet startled, I pull my gun from my hip and point it into the dark doorway. “Who’s there?” I ask. “Yeah? What are you gonna do? Shoot me? Oh, please. I’m not even alive.” The tiny voice says in an almost joking tone. “What?....What do you mean you’re not alive? Were you bit?” I ask, still holding my revolver to the dark corrido...

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“The Galileo” by Brendan Sanders

3019 August 13 Terminal 5 “Flight Deck” – Galileo Entry #1                My name is Sean Grover, I woke up in my cryo-pod today, which was approximately thirty years too early. When I emerged from the pod, I saw the bones of all my crew or what I could only assume was my crew, dried blood staining the interior of the hull. Whatever happened here, happened a long time ago. We were headed to a nearby star system that required my crew and I to stay in stasis for two hu...

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“Reflections” by Brendan Sanders

        Why can’t I wake up? This seems like a nightmare, yet I can’t wake up. No matter what I do, I slap myself, I dunk myself in the cold water of a barrel that seems to have been catching the drips from the ceiling for a long time. I pinch myself; I yell and scream at the top of my lungs. Maybe the reason that I can’t wake up is because this isn’t a dream. This isn’t a nightmare. It’s worse, it’s reality…. I feel as though I’ve walked this corridor before, I have seen the same person pacing in a ...

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“THE INFECTED: PART 10” by Brendan Sanders

*Hello! Again, I must address that this does not fit the prompt in any way, I'm just uploading these chapters to my profile as I'm writing them. Thank you for reading!* “How about you follow me and join your people, Sarah?” Victor says as he grabs Sarah’s shoulder and leads her out to the street where she sees her people all lined up shoulder to shoulder on their knees. Victor shoves Sarah onto the ground, Brent shoves Abigail down next to Sarah. “I’m gonna need you all to be in a neat straight line, all eyes on me because I have some shit...

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“THE INFECTED: PART 9” by Brendan Sanders

                                24 HOURS EARLIER… The sound of the iron prison bars latch closed and footsteps approach a man tied to a chair. “You are going to tell me what I need to know. You do NOT have a choice in the matter, what you do have a choice on is how long you want to be beat to shit until you FINALLY tell me what I want to hear and what I want to hear is, WHERE IS SARAH...

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“THE INFECTED: PART 8” by Brendan Sanders

Hello again, I must address this as it doesn't pertain to the prompt at all again. Well, maybe a little but I just wanted to get this up on my profile as well, once again, language warning, enjoy part 8!                                 THE INFECTED PART 8                      &...

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“Invictus” by Brendan Sanders

*This story contains foul language... “Look! Up there! It’s Invictus!” A child holding his mother’s hand shouts from the street below. The crowd of people below shout positive words and affirmations at the speeding man in the sky. “I am Invictus. Not a name I would have chosen myself for my superhero name, but you never really can choose those types of things. They’re sort of just given to you by the swell people of the internet these days. It all started when I was much younger than I am now, probably close to a decade ago now, I wok...

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“THE INFECTED: PART 7” by Brendan Sanders

        Hello, let me start this off by saying, this doesn't fit the prompt at all. I have been sitting on this one for a little while hoping I could fit it into one of the prompts but have had no luck so, I have just decided to attach it to a random prompt so that I could get it up on my profile. That being said, enjoy Part 7 of my series! Thank you!                        &nb...

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“THE INFECTED PART SIX” by Brendan Sanders

 THE INFECTED PART SIX We've been walking along this road for roughly two days now. The one town we came across was filled with Lurkers. We haven't been able to eat anything, and people are starting to let it show. The group is angry, sad, and uneasy. We need to find a place to settle, no matter where it's at. It's my responsibility to get these people somewhere safe. "Sarah, when do you plan on letting us rest? It's been days." Harvey asks. "It's been barely two days. We'll rest when we find some food. I promise." I say. The problem wi...

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“THE INFECTED PART FIVE” by Brendan Sanders

   THE INFECTED PART FIVE "This! This is what you have made me do! This is what it's come to! All because you wouldn't just surrender yourself to me!" The mystery man shouts. He cocks a gun and places the barrel on the back of Rebecca's head. "Daddy...please. I don't want to die..." Rebecca says as tears begin to roll down her face. "Beccs...it's okay, you're not going to die, I'll handle this." Michael says. "Come on, we don't even know what it is that you want, I don't even know your name." I say to the man. "My apologies, h...

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“The Gunslinger of NeoDyne City” by Brendan Sanders

Submitted to Contest #204

The dusty streets of NeoDyne City hummed with an electric intensity as neon lights flickered and dust covered holographic advertisements painted the night in vibrant hues. In this sprawling metropolis, where advanced technology and lawlessness coexisted, there lived a lone gunslinger named Jake Steele. Clad in a trench coat, his eyes concealed behind a pair of augmented reality goggles, he was a relic of a bygone era—a cowboy in a world of artificial intelligence and cybernetic enhancements. Jake had witnessed the transformation of the West ...

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“THE INFECTED PART FOUR” by Brendan Sanders

         THE INFECTED PART FOUR           I pull out my journal and write todays date. February 14th, 2013.“Today is Valentines day, I decided that instead of flowers and a cheap box of chocolate, I’d get Mary something nice this year. I painted her a portrait of us in and old timey western setting. It’s the thought that counts, right? I think it came out alright, other than the fact that it looks like a five year old painted it.” I chuckle. “...

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“Seasons Bleedings” by Brendan Sanders

This time of year is always the busiest here in Garry’s Super Shop. I was forced to get this job after I dropped out of high school. My dad made sure to hold me accountable for my actions. He told me, “Son, you need to learn the responsibility of being an adult and you are going to learn it the hard way.” Sure, dad. Whatever. Being a cashier is way easier than struggling through school. Half the time I wasn’t even showing up, just pretending like I was going to school, then go hang out somewhere for the day.  I’ve met somebody while w...

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“The Retirement” by Brendan Sanders

(*This story does have swearing) The year is 2098, the world is completely different than it ever has been in history. Over the course of the last decade, humans have been able to switch out their crucial organs with cybernetic enhancements. Basically meaning, humanity has been given the chance at immortality if you handle it correctly. The world has seen a massive spike in human population on the planet, which isn’t good. The food is scarce, the people are much too great for the ecosystem to thrive. To combat this, some companies have opt...

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“The Infected Part Three” by Brendan Sanders

                        ONE WEEK LATER…                Where I come from, it’s made me prepared for the ass kicking that the apocalypse brings with it. I wake up from the same nightmare every single day, my Father, he killed my mother right in front of me in a drunken rage because she didn’t have supper on the table in a timely manner. He noticed I s...

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