Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2017 13:51:20 GMT -5
There was a time when Debra simply enjoyed life. She didn't remember it, but there was a time.... Debra monitored the quiet halls of her fortress of solitude. She was living in an abandoned school of sorts. Most of the exits were chained up and padlocked closed. She didn't have the need for many exits and mostly she didn't want anyone escaping. Debra was watching someone on the school security cameras. She had managed to get the power up and running in the old school. A testomate to her brillance. A young man named Luke that she found sleeping in a gas station. It had been awhile since she had a patient to study. Debra's mind was oh so curious. She enjoyed her time as one of Nelson Needermyer's lieutenants. He gave her all the patients and test subjects she could ask for. She wasn't so much interested in finding a cure. That was Nelson's thing. Debra wanted to understand the human mind.
Luke was dead. Turned in fact. Debra killed him with a buck knife after she convinced him there was food back at her camp. She was hasty in her impulse and stabbed him in the neck while he was still in the passenger seat. That meant she had to get a cart from the AV room and wheel it out to the van. She pulled the body onto it and rolled it inside. She was careful to look around before entering making sure that no one could see her. She seemed to be alone. That was good. Now time for her experiment. After death, Debra gouged out Luke's eyes and burned off his nose. She slowed his walking speed a bit. Only a few short whacks to get the job done. Debra had created a maze. Luke was the star attraction. Entertainment in the apocalypse was so hard to come by and Dr. Dillion was right and proper bored with life. No so much now, Luke and his friends were turning out to be quite interesting. Debra continued monitoring Luke from the security office. She had her feet propped up on the desk and took a sip of red wine from her wine glass with a gleeful smile. "Oh Luke, you got to do better than that." She urged his failing efforts to catch the couple.
Luke was chasing a few other people that Debra had managed to lure here. A young couple, they had to be in their early 20's. Both of them were without a weapon with their hands had been handcuffed. He was mostly following the panicked screams of the young bound couple down the hall way of the eerie school. The woman was especially shrill. Another shriek erupted from her throat and Debra paused and winced as the ear piercing sound of her terror. Still, she smiled. What are you going to do? Debra thought as she watched
The couple ran down the hall and tried kicking in every door they could. Tsk Tsk Tsk. They were all locked. What a pity. Debra thought as Luke loomed closer. Fear was a great motivator. Fear could make you improvise far better than any other conducting factor. Debra watched as the two handcuffed people tried to figure out what to do. The man had a gimp leg. That may have had something to do with Debra's crowbar as well. Debra watched him limp around with a satisfied smirk. Can't make it to hard on old Luke. He's outnumbered after all. The woman was dealing with a broken arm. That too was thanks to a helpful crowbar. They each had their handicaps. Debra wanted to see if they could improvise their way out of the danger they found themselves in.
The couple made it to the end of the hall. The man shoved his shoulder into it hard, hoping that the chain would give way. It did not. Debra shook her head lightly. Got to come up with something better than that she thought. There was audio on the camera. Debra couldn't make out what the guy was saying when he started talking to his companion though. The man leaned over. His hands cuffed behind his back and the woman stepped up into his hands. Her hands were cuffed in the front. He was lifting her? Cheeky bastards. Debra thought with a smile. He lifted the girl up and she climbed up into the ceiling tiles. Pulling herself up she looked down in a panic at her friend. He shouted for her to go as he looked back at Luke who was barreling down on him.
Debra had chose a fresh biter because the long dead ones were slower yes, but she also wondered if fresher corpses had a higher ability to think and reason, and problem solve their way to a meal. It was something she hadn't had the set up to properly test until now. Nelson would have never allowed for such a sloppy waste of resources. Debra didn't give a fuck. This was her show now. Debra watched as the man tried to juke past Luke. Luke wasn't having it and he reached out and grabbed the guy. He tried to shake the biter off him, but he couldn't shake the teeth out of his face. Luke had found dinner. "Such a shame. He was cute. Well... He was anyways." Debra thought as she finished her wine and one gulp and stood up. The heady rush of the wine hit her a bit and made her take a second to stable herself before she shook it off and kept walking. Debra had to find out where the girl went. She had more tests to run, but so far the girl seemed to be smart enough to handle herself. She didn't know if that ceiling tile was her idea or the guys, but the guy was biter food. HE couldn't have been the brains.
Debra calmly walked out of her security office. As she left she picked up a little spear she had made for defense. It was an old curtain rod with a kitchen knife duct taped heavily to the end of it. It was crude and vulgar but it would get the job done. Deb was going to go find the girl. Even if she had to stab every tile in this school. Debra began to whistle blue oyster cult's "Don't fear the reaper" as she made her way down the otherwise silent halls of the school. The girl was strong at least. She was able to hoist herself up with a broken arm. This will be fun Debra thought as she continued to make her way down the hall.