Post by Sarah the Bullet on May 6, 2008 1:30:04 GMT -5
I had to do a no-holds-barred fiction story for my Fiction Writing Class at the college, so I wandered until this came out of my head. Enjoy.
Dark Ages
“We’re here in Chopper 3, currently over eight months since the mysterious military quarantine, and we are the first station to get a permit to do a flyby over the city. As you can see, many of the buildings are in a state of disrepair, although there have been sightings of humans still in the walls. What caused this has been close to an urban legend, although rumors of a mistaken project by research specialists at NecroTech are still being examined.
“Whoa, hold the camera. Look over there. Do you see what I see? That girl can’t be over 15. What’s she doing down there?”
Sarah ran as fast as she could, looking over her shoulder every so often to make sure she wasn’t being pursued still. The moaning and groaning was the first tip-off they were still tailing her, but the sight of the rotting corpse stumbling in her direction did seem to speed her up, causing the trenchcoat she always wore to billow further behind her.
She quickly whipped around the corner, shuffling through the carpetbag until she found her magnum. She checked the ammo, scrutinizing the chamber with her red eyes. Four rounds left. Better make them count. Until then, she slid the barrel into the hem of her skirt and started running again, adjusting the bag over her left shoulder.
There was a fire escape on a building just up the road. Bland Auto Repair, if she remembered right. She could search for fuel for the rest of the safehouse and outwait the undead idiots on her tail. She was thirty feet away… the undead was gaining… twenty feet… one of them pulled ahead, trying to get it’s claws in… ten feet… almost…
She jumped up and grabbed the bottom run of the ladder, then used her gymnastic skills to swing onto the first landing. She brushed her blonde hair off the right side of her face temporarily, clearing the sweat off her brow, before allowing it to fall back into place.
“Bahrah!!!”
One of the zombies had managed to get a death grip on the ladder, trying to either pull itself up or make the ladder come down. In one fluid motion, Sarah pulled out the magnum, took aim at the zed’s head, and fired. The creature’s cranium suddenly sported a fresh bullethole as it fell.
“Thanks for making me waste a bullet, you jerk!!!” she yelled at the corpse. Muttering darkly, she climbed the rest of the fire escape.
It didn’t take long for Sarah to find that all the spare fuel here had been used up. She sighed. She hoped they would go soon. She didn’t want to spend another six months stuck in a grave…
At least this time it would be figurative, she thought as she slid down the nearest wall. All of the memories of the last eight months- at least, the two she could point out- came flooding back. First one of the zombies snuck into the house and managed to get into her room. Her mom, one of the head lab technicians at NecroTech, had saved her with a blast from a shotgun, then taken her to the Tompson building, where the NecroTech facilities were. She spent about three weeks there, learning from her mother’s example, until they broke in, and…
A tear had slid down her cheek as she had sat there. She hurriedly wiped it off with her sleeve. It was then she heard it- footsteps.
She slid up the wall, reaching a hand to where the magnum was hidden, looking around for the source of the footsteps. She took a few steps forward herself, noting the other pair of feet had stopped. She approached the door and-
SMACK!!!
Sarah gave a curse as she fell backwards, the door having been opened with such force that it had hit her back at least a foot. Her gun swirled away from her and skidded into a corner. She flipped to her front, intent on getting it back…
The sound of the shotgun made her ears scream almost as if a bomb had gone off, as well as her vocal chords as the buckshot smashed into her back. The pain was unbearable; she writhed like a wounded animal, blood spattering into a puddle on the floor under her. During her agonizing twisting, she managed to see a man leave the room, a shotgun over his shoulder.
“P… Psycho…” she said in a horse whisper, before she blissfully became unconscious.
Perhaps, for a brief moment, a bright light. Then, complete darkness…
“Heh. If she can’t say no, it’s consenting, right?”
“I don’t know, George. You know how these things are after a while. I would hate to see you maimed just because your hormones are screwy-“
“Aww, what do you know Larry! Give me a moment, and the corpse won’t know what hit her…”
The hand on Sarah’s leg, and the fact she felt it, was all the encouragement she needed. She instantly flipped her right leg up, hitting into something soft and flesh like. She hoped it was just his chest.
“ARGH!!!” George cried as he flipped to his back in pain, clutching his gut. Larry, wisely in Sarah’s opinion, ran like hell screaming. She just growled and kicked George in the head, breaking his jaw with a sickening cracking noise.
“That’s what you get, you perv, and be glad it wasn’t more,” she growled, going to the corner and picking up her discarded gun.
Sarah left the Auto Repair to a nearby building, strait into a lady’s room, and barfed into the nearest toilet. She queasily got to her feet. Why is it whenever I turn I get sick? She wondered to herself. As she left, she looked over herself in a mirror. Still the same from the other time she had died- same injuries, same state of body, still with no answer why she wasn’t mindlessly stumbling down the street moaning at everyone she ran into.
She brought the hair off her right eye, comparing it to the empty socket that currently was her left. Whoever was behind her first killing had done their job well. Besides the missing eye, there were bullet holes in her head and left breast, knife wounds on her left thigh and in her right shin, claw marks on her right leg, a predominant bite mark in her left forearm, and a blackish bruise on her right shoulder. Same injuries every death, she guessed, but it didn’t seem to happen every time on the mindless ones.
She sighed again, then scrutinized closer, making sure the necro didn’t do anything to her. Satisfied about her self-inspection finding nothing out of the unordinary, she packed up her stuff and headed out the door. If she got home in time, she could still get a needlepoke before night fell and all the other NecroTech understudies put the revive syringes away for the night.
“Hey Sarah?”
“Yo,” she said, not taking her eyes out of Chamber of Secrets as one of the other survivors stuck her head in. She had made it through the revivification process all right, and was now in her room in Remigius General Hospital.
“Strange story out of one of the patients today. As you were the local deadhead expert, I was wanting to ask if you have seen any, well, unusual zeds wandering around?”
“No, why?”
“Some guy said he was, well, getting a closer look at one when it suddenly kicked him in the gut, then broke his jaw.”
Sarah pushed her book over her face so the other gal wouldn’t see her give an evil grin. “His name wouldn’t happen to be George, would it?”
“Wow did you know?”
“Tell him the blonde girl from yesterday to check whether the person is limp or not before he ‘gets a closer look’”
The other gal looked at Sarah strangely as she giggled into her book.
Dark Ages
“We’re here in Chopper 3, currently over eight months since the mysterious military quarantine, and we are the first station to get a permit to do a flyby over the city. As you can see, many of the buildings are in a state of disrepair, although there have been sightings of humans still in the walls. What caused this has been close to an urban legend, although rumors of a mistaken project by research specialists at NecroTech are still being examined.
“Whoa, hold the camera. Look over there. Do you see what I see? That girl can’t be over 15. What’s she doing down there?”
Sarah ran as fast as she could, looking over her shoulder every so often to make sure she wasn’t being pursued still. The moaning and groaning was the first tip-off they were still tailing her, but the sight of the rotting corpse stumbling in her direction did seem to speed her up, causing the trenchcoat she always wore to billow further behind her.
She quickly whipped around the corner, shuffling through the carpetbag until she found her magnum. She checked the ammo, scrutinizing the chamber with her red eyes. Four rounds left. Better make them count. Until then, she slid the barrel into the hem of her skirt and started running again, adjusting the bag over her left shoulder.
There was a fire escape on a building just up the road. Bland Auto Repair, if she remembered right. She could search for fuel for the rest of the safehouse and outwait the undead idiots on her tail. She was thirty feet away… the undead was gaining… twenty feet… one of them pulled ahead, trying to get it’s claws in… ten feet… almost…
She jumped up and grabbed the bottom run of the ladder, then used her gymnastic skills to swing onto the first landing. She brushed her blonde hair off the right side of her face temporarily, clearing the sweat off her brow, before allowing it to fall back into place.
“Bahrah!!!”
One of the zombies had managed to get a death grip on the ladder, trying to either pull itself up or make the ladder come down. In one fluid motion, Sarah pulled out the magnum, took aim at the zed’s head, and fired. The creature’s cranium suddenly sported a fresh bullethole as it fell.
“Thanks for making me waste a bullet, you jerk!!!” she yelled at the corpse. Muttering darkly, she climbed the rest of the fire escape.
It didn’t take long for Sarah to find that all the spare fuel here had been used up. She sighed. She hoped they would go soon. She didn’t want to spend another six months stuck in a grave…
At least this time it would be figurative, she thought as she slid down the nearest wall. All of the memories of the last eight months- at least, the two she could point out- came flooding back. First one of the zombies snuck into the house and managed to get into her room. Her mom, one of the head lab technicians at NecroTech, had saved her with a blast from a shotgun, then taken her to the Tompson building, where the NecroTech facilities were. She spent about three weeks there, learning from her mother’s example, until they broke in, and…
A tear had slid down her cheek as she had sat there. She hurriedly wiped it off with her sleeve. It was then she heard it- footsteps.
She slid up the wall, reaching a hand to where the magnum was hidden, looking around for the source of the footsteps. She took a few steps forward herself, noting the other pair of feet had stopped. She approached the door and-
SMACK!!!
Sarah gave a curse as she fell backwards, the door having been opened with such force that it had hit her back at least a foot. Her gun swirled away from her and skidded into a corner. She flipped to her front, intent on getting it back…
The sound of the shotgun made her ears scream almost as if a bomb had gone off, as well as her vocal chords as the buckshot smashed into her back. The pain was unbearable; she writhed like a wounded animal, blood spattering into a puddle on the floor under her. During her agonizing twisting, she managed to see a man leave the room, a shotgun over his shoulder.
“P… Psycho…” she said in a horse whisper, before she blissfully became unconscious.
Perhaps, for a brief moment, a bright light. Then, complete darkness…
“Heh. If she can’t say no, it’s consenting, right?”
“I don’t know, George. You know how these things are after a while. I would hate to see you maimed just because your hormones are screwy-“
“Aww, what do you know Larry! Give me a moment, and the corpse won’t know what hit her…”
The hand on Sarah’s leg, and the fact she felt it, was all the encouragement she needed. She instantly flipped her right leg up, hitting into something soft and flesh like. She hoped it was just his chest.
“ARGH!!!” George cried as he flipped to his back in pain, clutching his gut. Larry, wisely in Sarah’s opinion, ran like hell screaming. She just growled and kicked George in the head, breaking his jaw with a sickening cracking noise.
“That’s what you get, you perv, and be glad it wasn’t more,” she growled, going to the corner and picking up her discarded gun.
Sarah left the Auto Repair to a nearby building, strait into a lady’s room, and barfed into the nearest toilet. She queasily got to her feet. Why is it whenever I turn I get sick? She wondered to herself. As she left, she looked over herself in a mirror. Still the same from the other time she had died- same injuries, same state of body, still with no answer why she wasn’t mindlessly stumbling down the street moaning at everyone she ran into.
She brought the hair off her right eye, comparing it to the empty socket that currently was her left. Whoever was behind her first killing had done their job well. Besides the missing eye, there were bullet holes in her head and left breast, knife wounds on her left thigh and in her right shin, claw marks on her right leg, a predominant bite mark in her left forearm, and a blackish bruise on her right shoulder. Same injuries every death, she guessed, but it didn’t seem to happen every time on the mindless ones.
She sighed again, then scrutinized closer, making sure the necro didn’t do anything to her. Satisfied about her self-inspection finding nothing out of the unordinary, she packed up her stuff and headed out the door. If she got home in time, she could still get a needlepoke before night fell and all the other NecroTech understudies put the revive syringes away for the night.
“Hey Sarah?”
“Yo,” she said, not taking her eyes out of Chamber of Secrets as one of the other survivors stuck her head in. She had made it through the revivification process all right, and was now in her room in Remigius General Hospital.
“Strange story out of one of the patients today. As you were the local deadhead expert, I was wanting to ask if you have seen any, well, unusual zeds wandering around?”
“No, why?”
“Some guy said he was, well, getting a closer look at one when it suddenly kicked him in the gut, then broke his jaw.”
Sarah pushed her book over her face so the other gal wouldn’t see her give an evil grin. “His name wouldn’t happen to be George, would it?”
“Wow did you know?”
“Tell him the blonde girl from yesterday to check whether the person is limp or not before he ‘gets a closer look’”
The other gal looked at Sarah strangely as she giggled into her book.