Thread: World of the Living Dead (loneiysong & CrimsonMaster)

Almost heaven, West Virginia. What a piece of shit. Daisy Nightengale Somers biked through the town. She had been right there when the shit hit the fan. People started groaning and reaching her. Doctors, surgeons, loved ones started dropping like flies. Daisy didn't have to know that she could not help here. In fact, she had done what she could running through the hospital, killing those two weak to move. She couldn't stay and she didn't want these people to turn into zombies. She turned off ventilators that was all that was keeping people alive. Gave people lethal amounts of morphine to kill them quickly and quietly. The rest, she escaped with. She was not sure how, or really sure she wanted to. Grabbing an abandoned ambulence, she lit up the back, and crashed the son of a bitch into the side of the hospital. All the oxygen lit up the walkers like teh fourth of July. She looked at it breaething hard panting in her scrubs, alone, and without anyone. Her brother, before he died of lukemia, was a big zombie fan. She gripped a pendant around her neck and shut her eyes. Zaccheus, please keep me safe. Give me wisdom from all of your books. She sighed. Running home, she had grabbed her 10 speed food and left. She had her own apartment and had no time for friends or family, if she even had that. Mom had slowly starved herself after Zaccheus died, and she was not even sure she and Zaccheus had shared the same father. She got into jeans, hiking boots, a shirt and a leather jacket. She braided her hair tightly and pulled it into a tight bun that was topped with a beanie. She went down to the sports store that was being raided, got herself a rifle, a hunting knife that was one of thsoe you could cut a tree and slice a fish with. Grabbing survival for dummies book that would fit in her pack, she grabbed canned food, lighters, and what she had taken from the hospital when she could. She let out alone. By the time she had made it from California to West Virgina, she knew how to hunt, scavenge, and clean and gut a fish in no time flat. She spent time sleeping up in a tree. No fire, no noise. She had met a few people who she tried to help and had rescued several, but in the end they always wanted to get her pregnant to 'continue the human race'. She made it out in the night. She wore sunglasses on this particular day singing 'Witchy Woman' under her breath as she bicycled. She had become sun tanned and darker. Looking aorund Madison, she figured it was devoid of life. She found a clinic and parked outside and went inside getting what she could use and needed more of. She was alone, but with her simple hand gun, she was never alone. She got some cans of food. Some twine. She was at the convenient store when she heard it. Brrrmmmmmm! She stopped singing when she heard two motorcycles. She ran and hid behind the counter. Her knife was strapped to her thigh so it was easy to spot. She held her gun up and waited. She heard one of the men come in. She was deathly quiet, even stopping her breathing. She breathed a sigh of relief, hearing the man come and go. She knelt behind the counter. Her eyes darted seeing two men. They were talking loud which made her wince. She heard movement in teh store. In the back. Probably a walker. Just then she heard a scream and came out to see a man kneeling holding the head of another man before shooting him. She winced. This man would be incredibly sad, she was not sure if it was wise to speak to him. Turning, she looked down the street where she had parked her bike at a small clinic. But deciding that the man needed councel, she moved close. Besides, how long had it been since she heard the voice of someone else besides her own. I am sorry. She said softly behind him. She walked up and knelt beside him and then looked down to the man he had shot to keep from turning. She looked at the neck. Torn jugular. Would have been hard death. She had witnessed it before The Event as she liked to call it and after. She cleared her throat and looked up at the noisy Harleys and then bit her lip. Thinking, Daisy looked over the man and to his dead friend. Can I do anything to help? She asked softly.