Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2016 13:14:00 GMT -5
It was evening and the sun was getting low in the sky...however amongst the skyscrapers the city streets were all but dark. Biting her lip she carefully but swiftly moved through the dark street, trying to step over broken glass and avoid the corpses that had gathered in the street to eat ...something….or someone. Her brown hair was twisted atop her head but had begun to fall on curly tendrils to stick against her sweaty neck. She had lost track of time….lately she had been feeling weaker than usual, despite the iron pills she was downing constantly. Earlier she had sat down in an abandoned apartment she was scavenging, just for a moment. And the next thing she knew she was waking up to an orange streaked sky. She stepped by a small alley only to have something snatch her around her stomach, her air forced from her lungs with a soft yelp. She immediately began to struggle thinking a stray walker had snatched her….but it wasn’t a dead being but a live one that roughly shoved her against the wall. His hand clamped over her mouth despite her frail attempts to move it. His other hand fisted in her curls, making her chopsticks she always used in her hair fall to the ground with tiny clicks. She was stunned and scared. Her pale eyes wide as he leaned in to whisper to her.
“I didn’t think you were ever going to leave that apartment….I’ve been following you all day….”
A grin, she started to speak only to have him press her even harder into the wall.
“Shhhh….you don’t want them to hear you.” He said, nodding to the walkers that milled a short distance away. “.....you have no idea how long I’ve been on my own.” Slowly Fable came to realize what the man’s intentions were, she went rigid under his roaming gaze, trying in vain to squirm and escape….but he was much stronger than she could ever hope to be. He moved his hand from her mouth, holding a finger to his lips to signal hush. Pulled her hair even tighter until she was tiptoeing his other hand began to explore her tiny frame. She trembled under his touch. A quiet ‘please’ uttered that only made him grin. But he wasn’t holding her hands…..and that was his mistake.
He was so distracted, his lips now on her neck. He didn’t even notice her reaching into her back pocket. Her breathing was shaky and it took several tries to get the stubborn knife to open with just her thumb for leverage. He didn’t even notice the tiny metallic click as the blade slid into position. His free hand moved to touch her stomach, she couldn’t wait any longer. With one rapid movement she slammed the knife up into his neck. He made a loud sound of surprise, falling back away from her as blood squirted from his neck. She clutched the knife in her hand, trembling all over….but he was done. The knife had went deep. A garbled sound before he fell to his knees and onto his side. Blood squirting like a fountain. She was shaking so badly she barely managed to close her knife. Sinking down with her back against the wall she could hear the shuffling of the dead coming closer….attracted by his sound and lake of blood no doubt. Fable tried to fight against the faint feeling, she stumbled to her feet but fell back to her hands and knees in the widening pool of blood. No...she couldn’t die like this….
((very dramatic but I am in one of those moods, open to anyone ))
“I didn’t think you were ever going to leave that apartment….I’ve been following you all day….”
A grin, she started to speak only to have him press her even harder into the wall.
“Shhhh….you don’t want them to hear you.” He said, nodding to the walkers that milled a short distance away. “.....you have no idea how long I’ve been on my own.” Slowly Fable came to realize what the man’s intentions were, she went rigid under his roaming gaze, trying in vain to squirm and escape….but he was much stronger than she could ever hope to be. He moved his hand from her mouth, holding a finger to his lips to signal hush. Pulled her hair even tighter until she was tiptoeing his other hand began to explore her tiny frame. She trembled under his touch. A quiet ‘please’ uttered that only made him grin. But he wasn’t holding her hands…..and that was his mistake.
He was so distracted, his lips now on her neck. He didn’t even notice her reaching into her back pocket. Her breathing was shaky and it took several tries to get the stubborn knife to open with just her thumb for leverage. He didn’t even notice the tiny metallic click as the blade slid into position. His free hand moved to touch her stomach, she couldn’t wait any longer. With one rapid movement she slammed the knife up into his neck. He made a loud sound of surprise, falling back away from her as blood squirted from his neck. She clutched the knife in her hand, trembling all over….but he was done. The knife had went deep. A garbled sound before he fell to his knees and onto his side. Blood squirting like a fountain. She was shaking so badly she barely managed to close her knife. Sinking down with her back against the wall she could hear the shuffling of the dead coming closer….attracted by his sound and lake of blood no doubt. Fable tried to fight against the faint feeling, she stumbled to her feet but fell back to her hands and knees in the widening pool of blood. No...she couldn’t die like this….
((very dramatic but I am in one of those moods, open to anyone ))