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Well I've once again started writing again, this story having to do with the End of the World, seeing as how many things are floating around about this. We've got Left 4 Dead, the newest FPS by Valve (TM) That follows four characters in their struggle to survive the Zombie Apocalypse; The Day the Earth Stood Still with Keanu Reeves and 2012, which both deal with the day the world ends.
So I decided I'd write my own story about it. Here, I'll give you a little taste of the first page.

Chapter 1
Interrogation

It was dark, too dark, while I waited impatiently within a broken down Subway Car for the storm above ground to disperse. I had been sitting in that Car for almost the entire day; the storm appeared in the sky around noon and quickly sent the remaining survivors into hiding, luckily no one else had followed me into the Station, I didn’t really like being around people all that much. I knew I would have to eventually interact with the other survivors, but until that time came, I’d stick to myself. I could see the flashes of lightning through the doors at the top of the Subway Station and a little bit of the water drizzling down the glass window, it had slowly died down, but I was going to stay in that Car until I could either see sun again, or couldn’t hear the rain or the thunder echoing over my head.
In front of me, on the Car floor, I had set up a bunch of magazines that were stored on the Car for people who were going from one end of the city to the other and needed something to read, used a lighter I got from a Convenience Store, and had created a make-shift fire to keep me warm. I was laying across one of the benches that lined the walls, my I-Pod lying on my stomach and one head-phone wedged into my ear. I normally used both head-phones, but in this situation where I needed to be able to hear my surroundings, I was forced to only use one. My arms were crossed over my chest, slightly shivering, but the small amount of heat from the burning magazines kept me relatively warm. I was wearing a black Jessica Gabardine Coat, I hadn’t done it up though, and it was revealing the white Jessica Sport Cotton Top I was wearing underneath. Neither of which were very heavy, at least heavy enough to keep the cold air of the dark abandoned Subway Station from reaching me.
When the song that I was listening to stopped I pressed my finger against the swivel pad and stopped the next song from beginning; then I sat up and pressed my face to the window, trying my hardest to get a glimpse of what I thought I had seen. I wasn’t entirely sure of what it was I was looking for, but I was positive I had seen something moving around the Station. The only sound that I could hear was the crackling of my Magazine Fire and the beating of my heart in my chest, both of which I wish would stop so that I could properly hear whatever it was that was in the Station with me, but I was afraid that if I put out the fire, whatever it was, would come for me, using the darkness as it’s cloak, where as with the fire going, I’d be able to see what it was.
After a few minutes ticked by I finally decided I was just imagining it and fell back into my lying position on the bench. I reached into my Capri’s pockets and pulled out my Cell-Phone and flipped it open. “Hello, Tori,” said my phone as a picture of a flower appeared on the small screen. That’s my name, Tori, Tori Marcia Tillman. I’m turning twenty-two years old in about a week, well not anymore, giving the circumstances that are present; and I’m a Detective of the New York Police Department, otherwise known as the NYPD. I accessed the internet on my phone and checked the weather forecast, wondering just how much longer I was going to be trapped in this Subway Station, but as soon as the satellite image appeared, a figure tacked the side of the Subway Car, cracking the window slightly, and sending me screaming to the other side of the Car.
Whatever it was had gone completely still, standing against the cracked window, staring in at me; I could hear it smelling the air, getting my scent. I began to gag as I watched it lick the screen, whatever it was; it wanted me badly. In one of the pockets on my jacket rested a pistol, I hadn’t used it since the incident a few days ago, and hoped that I wouldn’t have to use it today. The events that occurred the other day still ran through my mind like a movie, haunted me, terrified me, made me sick.