The sound of shuffling comes closer as she continues to run for her life. The more she runs the more that begin to follow her through the dark alleys of a forgotten city. Tears begin to stream down her cheeks as she remembers watching her comrades being taken down and tortured, calling out for their leader and hero. She has to do whatever it takes to get to safety.
Suddenly an open door comes in to view and she makes a mad dash to get through it and hope to find a friendly face. A closed door is the only way to safety if your not strong enough to fight you way out. As she gets closer to the door, it slams and her hopes drift away from her once again.
A sense of false security comes over her as shes stops to catch her breath. The shuffling has stopped the silence is almost eerie. She knows she must keep moving or they will definitely find her again, but exhaustion gets the better of her. She finds a hole in the wall of a building and crams her weary body into it. There is a better chance of escape if she shows no sign of movement from the hole. If only her comrades knew where she was, she’d feel safer. She can’t even remember how she became separated from the group, and the leader. Sleep overcomes her as she tries to think happy thoughts.
This world used to be very different. The skies were bright, and although a little bit ridiculous, the people were pleasant to watch as they went on their own way. Everyone had an appreciation for each other, rivalries could be overturned at any moment. Respect was not just another word it was a way of life.
Somehow it all began to change over the years. People became more angry and hostile towards each other and to the people they admired. The once united community was splitting and a cavernous void started to grow between them. If you didn’t jump it while possible, making it back was a hard and torturous journey. The ones that let anger over come them began to change, mentally and even more so physically. It was almost as if their anger was becoming a degenerative disease.
From the other side, the change was observed with great caution and worry. They hovered around the one brave soul that was willing to keep order and peace amugst the small tribe. He was strong and cunning, well respected and feared by his followers. He spent much of his time out in the town, scavenging for his peoples’ well being. In doing so he had encountered these creatures of hate, these zombies.
The best description of these once gentle people, zombies. Deformed and spiteful, looking to destroy anyone not like them, anyone with a still functioning brain and train of thought.
With a sudden jerk, she awakes and finds herself still crammed into the hole in the wall. What woke her was the sudden presence of shuffling feet, a noise she has been trained to detect no matter what state of mind she is in. She tries to think, anything will do, as long as her mind stays active. The words of the leader still ring through her head, “When the brain is neglected the zombies rejoice, because that is when they get you the easiest.”
She holds her breath as a noise comes down the alley towards her hiding spot. Running feet go by and she realizes that it is friend not foe standing up again the wall across from her. She quietly calls out from the hole, and waves them over so they can pull her out. They all rejoice at the reunion, and then they all take off running once again trying to get to their home.
Now rejuvenated and rested she smiles at her comrade next her. With in a split second she finds herself on the ground at the feet of a leader zombies. Her comrades run on in the hope of finding the leader for help and security.
Many hands grope at her now battered and broken frame. She tries her best to stay conscious, theres no way shes going to let them convert her. Her energy and determination cause them to beat her slowly as so she has to suffer with each blow and not be numbed. She cries out in pain and anguish as the blackness takes over.
The others finally reach their leader and report to him what happened. Enraged he sets out to reclaim his fallen angel. Outsiders always questioned his motives about risking all to save one, but he is not about to let anyone be subject to the zombies torture, especially not this one.
He spots the huddle of zombies clawing and tearing at the lifeless body of his once determined follower. The first sight of him causes them to scatter allowing him to get a closer look at their handy work. Its the worse case hes ever had to deal with, her life force had driven them over the brink and they madly tried to extinguish it. He lifts her limp frame into his arms and silently morns as he begins to wander away. Never did he think that he would have to do this with her. His followers keep close behind him in order to keep the zombies at bay.
The fall of his once determined follower brings him into deep and heavy thought. She had rather died than be dragged onto their side. He sits quietly in the corner of a once majestic reception hall, as the others grieve and say goodbye to their comrade. This is no longer an option for life, he begins to think to himself. He watches them all, this is no way for them to live. He begins thinking of a way to get out of this hell. He quietly falls asleep to the whispers and tears of the others.
In the darkness he wakes, and goes to visit his fallen one. She finally looks at peace, this won’t ever happen again. The day will come when this all ends, he now awaits that day. She will be avenged, and her fall will not have been in vain. In the morning hours a rare beam of sunlight drift in through the window and hits her face. The others arise and they all witness their first real ray of hope.
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