Post by Dylaria on Dec 16, 2008 1:25:24 GMT -5
I don’t know what happened, why it happened. Just know that now, if you are still around to see this you are stronger than we were or could ever be.
-Unknown Author.
In what had likely been the homeowner’s private study she thought about her situation, she sat in the comfy leather chair with the books lining the walls providing no comfort. Her thoughts about whatever had turned so many people and animals into unrestrained killing machines. People, animals, others with the same bloodlust, it didn’t matter. Amy didn’t know how long it had been since this all started. She didn’t know anything except that a few days ago all hell had broken loose. Violence in the homes, bodies in the streets, cities burned out and forsaken. A few others and herself now called an old Victorian house home, a few others she had never met before all of this happened.
There was Jillian, Matt, Amber, Chris, Ricky, William, and herself. Amy had heard all of their stories. Jillian was a 32-year-old veterinarian who had been lucky enough to be found by some of the others if nothing else she had a good knack for figuring out mysteries. Amber was 19 like Amy but unlike her Amber was an optimist though and through. Always thinking that the cavalry would be coming to the rescue. Chris and Matt were brothers, they had said they ran a website for a business but left the details at that. The two of them were strong but not too much was going on upstairs, at least nothing she cared about. William was a lucky find. He was a cop, and it seemed that he had been pretty damned good to survive the slaughter the police and militia had been thrown into. Together they had been able to stay hidden and alive. Something she couldn’t say with any certainty anybody else at least in the city had done.
Over the past few days they had been searching the place, hoping to find more supplies to prevent them from having to go out for supplies. So far they had found enough food and drinks to last awhile and a nailgun but eventually they would run out. They needed either a way to escape or a place where they would never run out of supplies for the realistic future. Amy had no doubts that eventually they would all die. The turned didn’t swarm like they did in the zombie movies but they retained some of their intelligence. The human turned could even open doors and use clubs and such. Luckily they didn’t remember about guns or they would all have died a long time ago.
Chris walked into the door of the study, his breathing notably quickened and a maddened smile on his face. “Amy, William found keys with a remote on them. A bunch of us are checking it out in a few minutes.” He looked at Amy’s still rather disheartened look. That girl was something he could never understand. She always seemed so hopeless and never missed an opportunity to tell Amber how wrong her outlook on life was. Still she had survived alone for longer than any of the others had. There had to be something keeping her going through all that had happened. He half dragged her out into the living room where the others were gathered.
William spoke up first. “I’m going to check out the vehicle. With luck we may have just found our way out of this hellhole forever. Ricky, Amber, Jillian, I would like you to accompany me so that we can watch each other’s backs. Amy, Chris and Matt will stay put in case we need to get back into the house fast. Any questions or complaints about this idea?” No one said a word; everything he had said had merit. It lowered the risk overall and besides, William had that aura of skill around him. It made what he said carry more weight somehow.
Amy and Chris watched from the windows while Matt went into the small bedroom by himself. The others were making good progress toward what had to be the car the keys went to. When they reached it Amber touched it, setting off the car alarm. While William shut it down quickly the damage had been done. Amy saw the flexible, disproportionate shadow move around the balcony of the house. When she turned back the people who had been outside were gone.
There was no screaming, no sign of a struggle; none of the vehicles were missing either. They had just vanished into thin air. As Chris caught her eye, noting her worry the window in front of him shattered violently. Two turned, both humanoid shaped leapt through and started tearing him apart. Amy ran into the room Matt had gone into and was momentarily stunned seeing him with his wrists slit.
The two turned were hunting her now. The others were dead or gone it didn’t matter either way. It was over for her. Amy took the nailgun and pressed it to her temple. As the two burst though the door she pulled the trigger, it only hurt for a split second before all faded to black.
-Unknown Author.
In what had likely been the homeowner’s private study she thought about her situation, she sat in the comfy leather chair with the books lining the walls providing no comfort. Her thoughts about whatever had turned so many people and animals into unrestrained killing machines. People, animals, others with the same bloodlust, it didn’t matter. Amy didn’t know how long it had been since this all started. She didn’t know anything except that a few days ago all hell had broken loose. Violence in the homes, bodies in the streets, cities burned out and forsaken. A few others and herself now called an old Victorian house home, a few others she had never met before all of this happened.
There was Jillian, Matt, Amber, Chris, Ricky, William, and herself. Amy had heard all of their stories. Jillian was a 32-year-old veterinarian who had been lucky enough to be found by some of the others if nothing else she had a good knack for figuring out mysteries. Amber was 19 like Amy but unlike her Amber was an optimist though and through. Always thinking that the cavalry would be coming to the rescue. Chris and Matt were brothers, they had said they ran a website for a business but left the details at that. The two of them were strong but not too much was going on upstairs, at least nothing she cared about. William was a lucky find. He was a cop, and it seemed that he had been pretty damned good to survive the slaughter the police and militia had been thrown into. Together they had been able to stay hidden and alive. Something she couldn’t say with any certainty anybody else at least in the city had done.
Over the past few days they had been searching the place, hoping to find more supplies to prevent them from having to go out for supplies. So far they had found enough food and drinks to last awhile and a nailgun but eventually they would run out. They needed either a way to escape or a place where they would never run out of supplies for the realistic future. Amy had no doubts that eventually they would all die. The turned didn’t swarm like they did in the zombie movies but they retained some of their intelligence. The human turned could even open doors and use clubs and such. Luckily they didn’t remember about guns or they would all have died a long time ago.
Chris walked into the door of the study, his breathing notably quickened and a maddened smile on his face. “Amy, William found keys with a remote on them. A bunch of us are checking it out in a few minutes.” He looked at Amy’s still rather disheartened look. That girl was something he could never understand. She always seemed so hopeless and never missed an opportunity to tell Amber how wrong her outlook on life was. Still she had survived alone for longer than any of the others had. There had to be something keeping her going through all that had happened. He half dragged her out into the living room where the others were gathered.
William spoke up first. “I’m going to check out the vehicle. With luck we may have just found our way out of this hellhole forever. Ricky, Amber, Jillian, I would like you to accompany me so that we can watch each other’s backs. Amy, Chris and Matt will stay put in case we need to get back into the house fast. Any questions or complaints about this idea?” No one said a word; everything he had said had merit. It lowered the risk overall and besides, William had that aura of skill around him. It made what he said carry more weight somehow.
Amy and Chris watched from the windows while Matt went into the small bedroom by himself. The others were making good progress toward what had to be the car the keys went to. When they reached it Amber touched it, setting off the car alarm. While William shut it down quickly the damage had been done. Amy saw the flexible, disproportionate shadow move around the balcony of the house. When she turned back the people who had been outside were gone.
There was no screaming, no sign of a struggle; none of the vehicles were missing either. They had just vanished into thin air. As Chris caught her eye, noting her worry the window in front of him shattered violently. Two turned, both humanoid shaped leapt through and started tearing him apart. Amy ran into the room Matt had gone into and was momentarily stunned seeing him with his wrists slit.
The two turned were hunting her now. The others were dead or gone it didn’t matter either way. It was over for her. Amy took the nailgun and pressed it to her temple. As the two burst though the door she pulled the trigger, it only hurt for a split second before all faded to black.
