Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 14:52:20 GMT -5
Dana had been on her own for a few weeks now...It had only been a few god dam weeks since this sickness took hold and everyone started coming back from the dead... it's still hard to wrap your head around that you know? She still couldn't get Mike and Emily out of her head. The people she once called friends... Newly weds when she met them... She had survived with them since the start of this whole god dam mess until Mike got bit and Emily wasted him! She gunned him down like he was a total fucking stranger... Dana knew she couldn't be around Emily.... But she supposed in the end Emily did the right thing... You get bit you're dead anyways right? There's no coming back from being bit... But still man, god dam Em.... The world was changing.. It was once hard and cold and now...It was brutual and unforgiving... She hadn't seen what cruel was yet... Not this early into the end of things, she would eventually come to know that people are dangerous... Just as dangerous as those things out there; even more so! People can think and figure out a way to hurt you instead of mindlessly wandering... Dana walked down the street quietly....She had with her a pocket knife and that was it... She had discovered entirely by accident how to kill the creatures... Kill the brain. That was the only way the fuckers stayed down... The blade of her knife gleemed red in the moonlight as she made her way down the sidewalk.. she didn't know New York, she had never been but the place was scary... Even more so at night... It was so crowded and there was so many highrises and apartments, brownstones, subways, what seemed like millions of cars... All of them having undead occupants... Either trapped eternally in their apartments or brownstones, or in their cars trying to make it out of the city... Or shuffling around in the darkend subway... Once homeless men and women in alleys died of exposure of hunger and now found themselves reanimated ready to pop out and grab anyone who was stupid enough to pop out and bite anyone stupid enough to walk past... Dana was still wearing what she was wearing the day of the outbreak... A coffee shop barista uniform and a god dam apron... She had a black visor over her short black hair, that had a picture of a smiling cup of coffee on it... Her make up was a bright shade of pink lipstick and blue eye shadow that made her eyes pop. She hadn't even thought about changing... Her mind was in a fog.... She wasn't really living, but rather exsiting, in this world... She found herself doing what she had to to survive, but she wasn't making conscious choices, free will wasn't in the equation it was DO IT OR DIE!
She heard a trashcan in the alley get knocked over and she let out a startled cry and clutched her knife... Fuck this! She wasn't going to live in fear... She was going to fight or die those were her choice... I MAKE MY OWN FUCKIN CHOICES FROM NOW ON! She thought gripping the small knife...What she saw startled the shit out of her...It was a little girl... A god dam little girl! She was one of those things... She had to be about 14 or 15.... She looked like Sophie.. She looked like Dana's little sister... Suddenly all the fight in Dana vanished... She tucked the knife way and ran.... She ran away and found the first building she could to hide inside and let the tears flow... She remembered when she came home on outbreak day... She saw her sister wandering in the road in her pajamas... When she stopped to roll down the window and yell at her she had turned.. It was the worst moment of her life, she didnt know what was happening then, but she knew what it was now... Her sister was dead, her girlfriend was probably dead, and she was alone.... Alone in an unfamiliar place with nothing but nightmares to keep her company.... She found herself inside a clothes shop... Looking down at her attired she hated it! It reminded her of everything that the world was and what she had lost so she picked out a new outfit... A pair of jeans a black shirt. A leather jacket a pair of fingerless leather gloves... She looked at herself in a mirror her face was smudged and dirty and her new look did nothing to change her in any major way besides make her a bit more fashionable.. Dana slumped to the floor... Pulling her backpack up against the wall she laid there, wondering, what was to become of her.... How many more were out there like her right now feeling lost and alone.... And why oh why did she survive only to feel dead inside herself every single day.....
She heard a trashcan in the alley get knocked over and she let out a startled cry and clutched her knife... Fuck this! She wasn't going to live in fear... She was going to fight or die those were her choice... I MAKE MY OWN FUCKIN CHOICES FROM NOW ON! She thought gripping the small knife...What she saw startled the shit out of her...It was a little girl... A god dam little girl! She was one of those things... She had to be about 14 or 15.... She looked like Sophie.. She looked like Dana's little sister... Suddenly all the fight in Dana vanished... She tucked the knife way and ran.... She ran away and found the first building she could to hide inside and let the tears flow... She remembered when she came home on outbreak day... She saw her sister wandering in the road in her pajamas... When she stopped to roll down the window and yell at her she had turned.. It was the worst moment of her life, she didnt know what was happening then, but she knew what it was now... Her sister was dead, her girlfriend was probably dead, and she was alone.... Alone in an unfamiliar place with nothing but nightmares to keep her company.... She found herself inside a clothes shop... Looking down at her attired she hated it! It reminded her of everything that the world was and what she had lost so she picked out a new outfit... A pair of jeans a black shirt. A leather jacket a pair of fingerless leather gloves... She looked at herself in a mirror her face was smudged and dirty and her new look did nothing to change her in any major way besides make her a bit more fashionable.. Dana slumped to the floor... Pulling her backpack up against the wall she laid there, wondering, what was to become of her.... How many more were out there like her right now feeling lost and alone.... And why oh why did she survive only to feel dead inside herself every single day.....