Waking up is never pleasant

Samuel kept his eyes closed to enjoy what was left of a good sleep before his boredon take over his will and force him to do something actually, at least brain consuming. He knew that he should have called butler or as it was common to say "free volunteer" as if it changed something, so he could be carried like a porcelain doll to his bed.

He would rather shit his pants and let it rot while sitting in his massive armhair as a form of protest.Unfortunately it wasn't his nose that was disabled so all that self sacrifice could do, would be making him want off himself more than usual.

Just as well, it couldn't possibly compare to these typical cold speeches he had more and more lately. Yada, yada yada , be thankful to Creator for such privileges and compassion from fellow believes yada yada have some respect to your parent yada yada and yada . Even internet couldn't be a better redpiller .

Well, being crippled was certainly a privilege. No playing outside, complete lack of self reliance and of course the best of best : permission to wear diapers whole life without any open comments . Not to mention this whole love and feelings transitted towards him when a gang of randies from local congregation decided to pay him an unexpected visit.

Supposedly they want to make him feel better, but it didn't take him a long time to discover there is a conspiracy to try make his ascendance into unliving state a bit sooner . Attack performed throught a massive assasult composed of scripture verses, backed up by their empty plastic smiling faces he had respond to, with the same fake ass smile so hopingly he will die of inner rage-induced heart attack.

Yet he won't give them that pleasure and continue beeing leech until the end of times.

Even thinking about this whole thing made Samuel shrug in disgust, at his fate, and partially at himself for balance. Only now had he realised that it was much colder that he remembered before wandering into abyss of sleep.

Presumably Butler had opened the windows to let some cool air flow in, despite his constant orders to not even try it, since to do it curtains must be swept aside first. Seriously Samuel couldn't understand why this guy was so stubborn. Bet he put on these longers clothes on him to prevent him from waking up throught sudden cold as well.

"Really, why create an issue where there is no even one ?!" It wasn't first time he asked himself this question. These thought buzzing around weren't exactly what would he wish for inside his head so as a real adult he decided to drown them in some sweet and go back to what keept him still alive on this hellscape which was called the Earth.

His palm instinctively moved where a bell button he used to call with Butler was, but instead a cool piece of metal his fingers came across something warmer and rougher in touch.

Astonished by this unexpected discover Samuel proceded to grope this unidentified object to discover what it might be. Results of his research was an interesting one. Mysterious thing was quite hard, thick in diameter and rather long but without a significant weight that should come with that.

On every end two significant bulbs could be find, round and rather smooth. Perhaps it was from his own body, but he could feel a hint of warmth coming out of it. These revelations made Samuel interested in what it could be that lied in his clutched palm.

"Let's see what you might be." Samuels explorel soul was fired up so with quick yawn he finally overcomed the fear of reality and opened his eyes wide.

It was a bone, not a normal one in addition. A great monstrosity, long enought to be from leg, unnaturally clean without any piece of meat still clinging to it. Such fine piece would certainly have it's righteous place in cabinet of some respected doctor or biologist, hovewer due to how unexpeted this discovery was, his reaction was rather different .

"Tha heck is this!!!" His loud cry traveled throught air, informing everyone there about his presence, including few afore mentioned ghouls who now, intrigued by this new persone among them, began to approach him to "examine" further with whom they have a pleasure. Yet this wasn't unavare Samuel's concern at the time.

A bones, a tone of bones scattered everywhere around him and no computer in sight, not even his armchair under him. That was a tragic situation, so tragic he sprung onto his legs without even noticing it.

"What is going on?! " He kept repeating quietly like a madman while swinging ferociously with his arm throught the layer of bones and mud which have been his bed until now. His whole body shiwering as if from cold, while his brain tried to put up with new reality before him.

Finally Samuel's managed to regain his tarnished composure and ask himself one important question.

"Why am I not in my comfy armchair but a frickin' mud and bones." His pale hand stopped half in mud while he tried rationalize his own position. Taking in consideration where he was ,there was only one possible explanation.

He actually thought about it from time to time, especially after listening again and again that he should try that whole socializing. It was apparent then, that sonner or later it will happen. That he will dumped like a trash god's knows where.

Samuel's fist clenched when the truth struck him, not that he felt sadness his family turned on him in such ugly way. No, he already imagined in his mind the epicness of coming to nearest hausehold and these hedlines "A boy betrayed by his own parent's" or "One who claw his way from the grave".

They thought they had put him to an end, yet he will show them. He with beat a verbal shit out of them in court, and then he will strike down their little cult, "and then, and then."

He was so freaking cool, and the fact he haven't moved from the place he woke up, even an inch didn't matter. In his mind he was already destroing Mexico cartels and north korea alltogether.

In Samue's mind it was obvious his positions was his parents doing, given what kind of people they were in his opinion.

Energised he started to move using his hands towards less flat part of the cavity, which came really easy to his suprise also reinforcing his determination.

Then a few droptet's fell on his palm. "Great...rain. Even the world is plotting againt's me." He will show how little fuck he give towards whole reality moving forwards without any stop. Hovewer, after he tried to wipe it off on the ground, he noticed that there was a weird stickness to it. Intrigued he decided to check it out.

The "rain" was a weird black ooze looking like a mix of saliva, some meat and other snots. Samuel backed off with a small growl of disgust. Some of this abomination was still on his palm, he began frantically wiping it off with some earth.

Only then Samuel realized that it would be a good idea to look where it came from, so still having some ooze on the palm he turned his head towards the place it fell on him.

On one of the side of the cavity, just above him something stood. Despite the fact he saw it clearly he couldn't determine what it is nor believe it could exist. It was wery big, in size it would be propably only as high as a big dog. It didn't make the tension Samuel felt lesser, it wasn't the reason he felt it in the first place.

It's jaw, it was enormous and half rotten, filled with jagged shards hardly holding any resemblance to the teeth. It's front paws consisted of few bones held by a handful of muscle strings with three at least three inches long claws on each one, covered in the same mysterious ooze.

On top of that it's head, or rather skull was hafly submerged in rotten flesh with a few strands of grey molded fur around it like a collar. At the tip of head, a pale bone shone in weak sunlight and coming down was a pair of holes holding unspeakable darkness within, which now was gazing right into him with dreadful intent.

"He, hey what are you ? C-Can you speak or something" Samuel's lips were uttering words by themselves while his limbs were slowly pushing his body in different direction.

Beast wasn't in a mood to talk, in fact it didn't understood anything beside fear, heard words were full of. Instead, with silent *thump* it jumped on the ground below, few steps away and slowly began to approach Samuel.

The biggest theat Samuel had ever to deal with before was a feral cat who accidently slipped to hause, he had no idea what to do.

"Stand back! Stand back I say !" He began panicly retreating, still unaware he was able to cotrol his legs. Samuel managed to pass at least few meters in instant. Unfortunately a crack in the ground, just in front of whole recess caught his foot causing him to fall on the ground.

However, monster didn't give him time get up again. Althought much slower, by the time he managed to release his leg it was already only two meters away.

With a small glimpse in the eye's it launched itself forward on Samuel in one big jump. It's jaw opened widely. Time froze for Samuel, for the first time his life was actually at risk. All he managed to do was clench his eye's and hold his arm up as a poor mean of defence.

He hoped, everything he saw was just a bad dream, he will wake up soon. Finally something enveloped his whole hand in one motion...and nothing ?

His arm felt a little bit heavy, but besides it, there was no pain or anything else. That wasn't what he expected, thus little encouraged he opened his tightly cluthed eyelids, only to see that enormous piece of meat and bone was dangling on his now stretched arm.

It was hard to say which side was more confused: Samuel whose mind went into auto debug mode, or ghoul who trying to save at least bits of his pride, time and time again tighten it's bite.

As this stalemate went, some other ghouls came along to find out if the source of noise was something interesting.

Each of them was different yet same at the same time. One looked like a deer but having only three legs it's body was shaky all the time. Other beast was previously a mighty boar, but now about half of it's back was missing, leaving it's spine uncovered.

Each one among them presented the same dazzling combination of rotten skin and muscles alongside at least few places where bare bone could be seen.

Seeing present situation, most of them despite having last beats of animal instict screaming decided to slowly approach, but it was when Samuel finally began to wake up from his trance.

First he took few deep breath to assure himself he was still alive. Now he was looking inside that innate darknes of ghoul's eyes, feeling nothing. His own began to wake. Gold and violet shone, sweeping black aside only to reveal some rot in back of the skull .

Samuel began to laught, yet despite cheerful tone it was filled to the brim with a hidden threat .

He didn't understand it all, he didn't know shoud he start pray to some mysterious power or perhaps reject the very possibility of it's existence. It was just to much for his simple life philosophy to bear.

"And I don't fucking care!" He declared melodiously to himself and loudly to the whole world, whatever it was.

Only now anger, pure fury fueled by whole stress he received during not even ten minutes began to manifest. At first it were his fingers. Each of them look almost normal, with only nails of red and black combined. At once something starteed seeping throught skin on his palm, covering them in blueish substance. He stretched them gently to caress fool's throat with pointy ends.

Not paying attention to it's struggles to get off his palm, he grabbed him from inside and in one loud roar expressing all his anger, smashed it into ground, and again, and again.

By the third time, it was a piece of mangled intensines without any amount of negative life force left.

"Seriously, you had to shit all over me kitty." He cursed under nose while seeing his robe or whatever he had on himself, covered in same dirty fluid, and louder added to the rest of now slowly backing ghouls louder "and you, don't even dare think about it."

With a carefree strool he headed towards a deer which managed to get a hold of some sense thus beginning to retreat but Samuel was not having it.

"In one great leap he was already on deer's back, crushing it's spine throught sheer momentum of the jump. It was all that was needed to kill this horrifying, now pretty pathetic thing. After next few kicks to make sure, Samuel shook his head to get long curls out of face. He raised it to find another prey.

While he was ready for next stage of drama to unfold, rest of the actors wasn't wery keen on the killing part. By the time Samuel ended with deer they were far away.

"Well, I should just run after them." Then he finally realized "Wait ?! I can run! Did I run earlier ?! Cool." It wasn't a right time for his overloaded brain for another revelations, so all he was able to produce was "ok" and rush towards escaping bullies. Seconds later, his boots were splashing dirt only few steeps away from another prey.

Claws went through skin like a thousand degree knife throught soap, leaving boar with two legs still connected to the torso. Having his negative life force running low a bull-like ghoul slowed down. It's head got pulled out of neck, then moment later it's horns pierced skulls of another one.

Finally the last one fell on the ground. Over it's massive swollen body Samuel stood looking with satisfaction on what he had just done. Point where the first ghoul got smashed and the the last one was at the brink of death, was loosely connected by trail of bodies. Part of them didn't even belong to original agressors, but those he came across while chasing prey.

There he stood. Vicked clear smile on his face, motionless in spite of what he did a moment before. Substance went back to his palm, a dazzling light coming off his eyes soothed and he himself began to come back to senses.

Satisfaction hasn't left him even when he got on knees fighting with gag reflex which turned on the moment he realised ,black blood and deceased matter was all over him.