She was in a meadow. A beautiful, sprawling meadow, filled with every flower you could imagine; lilies, roses, lavender, orchids, daffodils, sunflowers. It was mind boggling how many different colours and smells there were. She wandered over the rolling hills, breathing in the wonderful scents that permeated the air, letting her bare feet and hands drag through the silky petals.
As she stared out across the vast landscape, she noticed a blackness filling the edges of the meadow, moving inwards at an alarming rate. In no time at all, it had reached her, engulfed her, blinded her. And as soon as it had come upon her, it vanished, revealing the flowers upon flowers she had seen moments ago. But they were all dead. Every single one of them was black and wilted, crumbling into ash at the slightest breeze. She fell to her knees, weak at the loss, the now black and stormy sky staring down at her. As the ash around her got blown away in the wind, long tendrils of dark ivy grew in it’s place. They slithered towards her, latching onto her legs. She tried to get up, to get away, but they pulled her back down, pinning her mercilessly to the dirt. The stems tightened around her wrist and ankles, rendering her defenseless as they wrapped around her neck, choking her. She tried to scream for help, but there wasn’t enough air in her lungs to form any sound.
She was about to slip into death when suddenly the tendrils loosened. With the last of her strength she ripped herself free, sitting up with a hacking cough. As soon as she started to feel better, however, a gut-wrenching cracking sound rang out across the wasteland. There didn’t seem to be any accompaniment to this noise until she felt the earth tipping downward beneath her. Only a few meters away she saw the earth being split in two, both halves falling slowly open on unseen hinges, opening into an unkown abyss. By the horrendous stench that reached her nostrils, she knew that it wasn’t somewhere she wanted to end up.
Scrambling to her feet she ran in the opposite direction, trying to escape the crack in the earth. Her feet started slipping beneath her, unable to gain purchase on the steeper and steeper incline. She fell on her side, sliding downwards until she was right at the edge of the abyss. She managed to grab on to some passing weeds, halting her descent. She was now hanging vertically as she looked down at what was certain to be the end of her. At first, she couldn’t make out anything in the darkness. A loud moaning filled her ears as her eyes adjusted. Below her, in what seemed to be a bottomless pit, were thousands upon thousands of rotten, stinking, undead bodies. An unnatural sloshing sound could be heard whenever they moved. They could be seen latching onto each other by the mouths, chewing away at whatever they could reach. They ripped flesh and bone from one another, oblivious to the girl hanging just above them except for a few, who reached up with clawing arms, desperate for living meat.
Just as all of this registered in her brain, her fingers slipped from the weeds, and she fell into the dense, squishy mass of flesh. The things surged toward her, all of them wanting a taste of fresh blood. Countless mouths latched on, sucking and biting at her arms and legs and stomach. Her face was engulfed in wet, sticky tongues as she lost consciousness.
She woke up screaming.
I’ll start talking to people when Belle is done at the doctors :) but I still won’t have gifs, as I’m mobile
Sorry, still not part of the OOC blog, so I’m posting this here :3 yay! I love Lawrence now :P but I figure we’re gonna need Stephen to para with this too? Or Lawrence can just drop her off with Stephen and Stephen can take over the para? Idek, all I know is Stephan and belle need to get to know ech other, starting with him seeing her injury, so that drama can ensue :) any ideas on what I should para next? Idk what to do… And now I’m rambling and idk if anyone understands what I’m saying…
This was it. No one was coming to help her. No matter how loud she screamed, the fence remained unopened. Maybe this place wasn’t populated after all. Maybe there wasn’t any place that was populated anymore. What if she was the last human being alive. What would be the point in living anymore, if there was no hope of staying alive anyway. She turned around to face her attackers, watching as they closed in on her. 50 feet, 40, 30… She closed her eyes, willing herself for the scratching, the biting, the ripping and tearing and shredding. She prepared herself for the pain, for death.
All of a sudden she heard three gunshots. Her eyes flew open as the three closest zombies fell to the ground, all with clean shots to the head. They were dead, not her. She wasn’t dead.
As this realization hit her, she twirled around to find the gate had been opened, a woman urgently ushering her inside. There was no time to decide whether she should trust the woman or not. Either way, anything was better than being attacked by the monsters behind her.
She ran inside the fence, not stopping to see if the woman had closed the gate or if she was fighting off the zombies. All she knew was that she had to get away, had to put as much distance between her and those ‘things’ as possible. She wouldn’t feel safe until she was far enough away that she couldn’t see them, couldn’t smell them, couldn’t hear them. She just kept running, not paying attention to anything around her, at least not until she was suddenly in the arms of a stranger, a man. She screamed, thinking another zombie had found her. She battered the thing with her fists, only stopping when she looked up into it’s face, it’s healthy, living face. She stopped moving, just staring at the man. Even though she shouldn’t have, she felt shocked to see another person’s face again. Just moments ago she had given up on seeing anything ever again, and now, she was in the arms of a perfectly alive human being, she had just been saved by some lovely woman with great aim, and a dozen more people were just meters away, milling about, watching her, awoken by her screams.
‘I must be in heaven,’ was the last thing that went through her mind, before exhaustion overtook her body and she fainted, collapsing to the ground in the arms of a stranger.
There we go :) please don’t be intimidated by the length of it, I don’t expect anyone to have a reply that long. I just got into it and really wanted to describe what happened to her and how she got here. But srsly, someone let her in. Please don’t let her die :)
Just keep running. That was all she could do right now. Just keep running. There were too many of them to fight back, and she had dropped her gun when it ran out of ammo. She knew she just had to get away, she had to escape and try to find some place safe to stay for the night. That was the only thing on her mind right now. The problem was, these particular motherfuckers were fast. And she knew they’d only get more vicious as night fell. If there was one thing she had learned since the plague started, it was not to be outside when the sun went down. That, and the only way to kill them was a shot to the head.
It was almost too much, running for her life all of a sudden. She had been so safe not thirty minutes ago, at least, safer than she was now. When she had been cut off from her rag tag group of survivors a few days ago, she had found a barn. It had been virtually untouched by the disaster, and that was where she had been staying since. Eventually, however, she realized she was starting to run out of food, and she knew the only way to get more was to hunt. So the next morning she went out into he surrounding field and decided to set up some cans to practice her aim and long-distance shooting. She would have to become a better shot if she was ever going to be able to hunt or defend herself.
She had been stupid though. Oh so stupid. She should have known that the sound of the gunshots would attract any nearby walkers, should have known to bring at least a few basic supplies into the field with her that would last a night or two, in case she was attacked and forced to abandon the barn. That way she could wait a couple days and return when it was safe to retrieve the rest of her gear.
But no. She had been dumb and only brought ammo with her, enough to last until around noon. It was about 11:45 when those ‘things’ had snuck up on her. They had come from the direction of the barn, effectively cutting her off from her current home and all her supplies. She had only noticed them just in time to empty her gun into the closest zombie before turning around to run. But by that time another one was upon her, clutching her shoulder as she turned. She jerked free of it and had taken off into the woods, but not before it sunk it’s teeth into her arm.
‘Ohgodohgodohgodohgod,’ was all she could think now, darting through the trees, as she remembered that key piece of information. She had been bitten. She whipped her arm around in front of her, staring in disbelief at the would just below her elbow. She had been bitten! It was all she could do to keep running, to just push the thoughts from her mind until she found a safe place to rest. Then, and only then, would she be able to tend to her arm.
She looked back over her shoulder at the group of monsters behind her, relieved to see that they were quite a ways back, far enough away to start looking for shelter.
She whipped her head back around just in time to see the chain-link fence smack her in the face.
Tumbling to the ground from the full force impact, she lay there for a moment, groaning in pain. After managing to prop herself up on her uninjured elbow, she rubbed her eyes, disbelief filling her mind once more. A fence? Why was there a fence here, in the middle of the woods? It wasn’t until her eyes became fully focused that she looked past the chain-link, noticing the buildings behind it. This was when she realized two things:
1) She had found a possibly populated town, considering the fence put up around it, and
2) The zombies had suddenly gotten MUCH closer.
She jumped up from the ground, running to the right along the fence, trying to find an opening, a gate, anything that would let her inside. She turned when she reached the corner, starting to get desperate. She started to bang the fence with her hands as she ran. “Help!” she shouted. “Somebody help me! Anyone! Help! Let me in!”
She kept banging, shaking the fence as loud as she could, screaming at the top of her lungs. She was exhausted, her steps starting to falter. She looked back, noticing how close the zombies were, picking up her pace to put some distance between them. “Help!!” She finally reached the gate. Stopping to shake it back and forth, trying desperately to open it somehow. “Unlock this fucking gate! Let me in!” She looked to her left, increasing the rate of her shaking and screaming as the beasts approached. “Let me in!!!”
Are you fucking kidding me. I just spent 45 minutes writing Belles arrival, and then my iPod crashed and deleted all of it. Fuck. You.