Thread: Marie's Random Drabble Thread (Comments Welcome)

The Final Stand The Final Stand I always knew the world would go to shit, but I never wouldve believed someone two years ago if they had told me it would happen in my lifetime. Yet, here I stand, looking out at the ruins of the town I once called home. Not that it was much of a town to begin with. Less than five hundred people, most of them my own family, one main road and not one stop light to be seen. Doesnt get much more small town than our little town was, but its home. Well, at least it was Before the war It all started about two and half years ago. When someone let it leak that Russia was testing nuclear weaponry near borders of ally countries, thats when it all started. It started a panic. We thought its be another Cold War, but when they started sending mass amounts of troops to Europe, we knew this was the start of something else. This was the start of World War Three. None of us knew just how bad this war was going to get, and after five months of small battles all throughout Eastern Europe, and a small number of lives lost, things went from bad to worse. Thats when the bombing started. Something was different, off. These werent the nuclear weapons that everyone had expected. This was something completely different. The bombs were filled with some weird chemical agent. It spread in the air, and started making people go crazy. I was in the Marines at the time. I was in Europe. So when I heard about the bombing back stateside, I began to worry. Were they dropping bombs near my family? Were my parents okay? Snail mail was the only real form of communication we had, in the war zone, our internet connection was shoddy at best. I just wanted to know that they were ok, and of course our higher ups were about as useless as tits on a boar hog for information. They got the same amount of information that we did, not much So I waited. Not long after that was the first time I saw them for myself. Some people called them zombie other people had other names for them. For me they were target practice. They were wearing Russian uniforms when they shambled up. They had no bite marks or other noticeable wounds, but their skin greyed and decaying. Their eyes were glossy and, like they were blind Or dead I dont know how many men we lost in that first attack, but they didnt stay dead long soon they were trying to kill us just like the Russians. It was like they werent themselves anymore. Just like the Russians, we put them down. We didnt have a choice. We fell back once they were all dead, and tried to figure out what had just happened. None of us were really sure at this point. We found out sometime later that the Russians hadnt been testing nuclear weapons. It was a chemical agent. One that affected the brain and nervous system, it cut off the human part of the brain and everything else. Everything but the brain stem, it turned people into mindless creatures, with only the basic motor skills, and a hunger, a hunger for human flesh. It took us over a year to realize that this thing was spreading faster than we could fight it. People started running. We had more Marines go AWOL Absent With Out Leave after those battles than we had in seven deployments in Iraq and Afghanistan combined. So finally, I began to realize we didn't have the men to put up a fight if those things came back. We left, every single one of us boarded the first flights we could get back stateside. I told our Commander right where he could shove his orders, the government had fallen, there was nothing left to protect. Except ourselves and our families. What was left of us were on the first plane back to the states, and despite my better judgment, we all parted ways. Everyone but me and Alistair, my husband. It's a good thing too, I never would've made it out of Tampa without him... We didn't even need to touch down in Miami to see the destruction that the bombs the Russians had dropped wrought. Buildings burnings, people dead, but they certainly hadn't stayed that way. Much like the Russians and our men, they had risen after their deaths. We were quick to get off the main highways and hit the back roads, avoiding large populations of people, the less people, the less likely we were to be over run. It seemed liked only the big cities were infected for the most part, life in the small towns was going on as if the whole world wasn't burning. I couldn't believe my eyes. We made it over half way there before we realized we'd have to get back on the high way. We didn't know the back way from here. We had to go through Tampa... That was the biggest mistake we made. We should've never gone through Tampa, I wish now that we hadn't. Maybe Alistair would still be with me. The stench of rotting flesh and burning buildings wafted into the war as we got close, and I couldn't help but gag a bit. It was awful. You ok Collins? Alistair asked glancing over at me. Those deep brown eyes always did me in. They had been the first things I noticed about him. Alistair, what have I told you about that? We're not even in uniform, call me by my first name... I said. Giving him a look he'd gotten from me more than once, a warning, letting him know just how annoyed I was going to get if he kept calling me Collins. Fine, fine. No need to give the stare of a thousand daggers. Are you ok Ariella? Alistair asked. The cute half smirk, half smile coming across his features. That smile always did make me melt. No matter how mad I was at him, all he had to do was give me that stupid smile and I couldn't stay mad. I feigned anger for only a few moments longer before a broke into a smile, and looked back to the road, letting out a cry as I swerved, trying to avoid the car that was coming at us. Sending us off the side of the rode and into a tree. After that, everything went black.. The next thing I remember was waking up with a throbbing headache and a sharp, stinging ache in my ribs. I blinked a few times, and looked around, attempting to orient myself. I definitely wasn't in the Tahoe anymore, but the question was, where was I? I tried to sit up, only to let out a yelp of pain and fall back onto my back again. The yelp brought Alistair running. Where the fuck are we? I asked. Looking around, it almost looked like we were in a small trailer, but it was much too small. Probably some kind of camper. A group of people heard the crash, they're refugees from Tampa, and its completely overrun Ari. They said it was useless to even try and get through, and with the condition the Tahoe is in now, we'd never make it... Alistair said softly. You've got a couple cracked ribs, and a pretty nasty concussion, but other than that they said you should be fine. One of them is a medic, Army. He's the one that fixed you up. How are we going to get to family Alistair? We have to go through Tampa! I said sitting up. I instantly regretted it. I cried out in pain, and he tried to get me to lie back down. I was having none of it. Are you listening to me Arielle? The city is completely overrun, it would be suicide! Theres got to be another way. We cant go through Tampa! Beginning to raise his voice a bit. I regret that day every moment that passes. We went into the city, only because I was convinced there was no other way. They told there was a way around, but it would take us two days longer to get to my family. So we found a working car, and got our supplies out of the wrecked Tahoe. We drove into Tampa that day, and Ill never forget what we saw The city was in flames, buildings crumbling all around us. I bit my lip and rolled up the windows, they were only cracked just a bit, but it was enough to let in the smell of smoke, and burnt flesh. Alistair was driving this time. He was trying to act like he wasnt mad at me. He didnt hide it very well. He got this little twitch in his hand when he got mad, and his hand was twitching on the wheel that day. I just looked out the window. We were silent for most of the drive, till we turned down a road and saw a horde of those things. Both of our eyes widened, and Alistair quickly shifted the car into reverse, getting out of there as quickly as we could. As we saw the zombies coming after us, I looked over at Alistair, he knew I was scared. Just from looking into my eyes. He began to back up, I wasnt sure what he was doing, but when he turned the wheel sharply, and popped up onto the sidewalk I realized he was going to move around the road block. Soon, we found a small checkpoint it looked like it had been military, but all the soldiers were on the ground, dead. They had been overrun. I looked around, the horde wasnt following us anymore. Stay here, Im going to go get a few of those weapons and some extra ammo It looks like were gonna need it I said softly. You be careful, and watch your six Ill keep the car running, something happens, get the hell outta there and get back over here as fast as you can I know you can run Get back over here and Ill get up out of here Alistair said. He was looking into my eyes, his expression dead serious. I nodded at him, leaning over the center console and kissing him gently on the lips. Ill be ok, I promise I told him. I almost felt like I was telling myself that. I scanned the area one more time and opened the car door. I began moving toward the checkpoint. Seeing at least fifteen soldiers laying on the ground, their bodies mangled and gnawed on. I held back the vomit that threatening to rise in my throat as I shook my head, grabbing the M16s. Slinging three on my back, running back to the car. I opened up the back and threw the other three rifles in, I knew I had to go back for the ammo. I rushed back over, keeping one M16 with me for cover. I searched a few of the soldiers for ammo, coming up with nothing. I groaned, but then, sitting on the ground in the guard shack, was a full crate of 5.56mm ammunition. Id hit the jackpot. I slung the M16 and grabbed the crate. Running back to the car with it, pushing into the back next to the rifles. Just let me do one more run, grab the vests I know these things dont tote guns, but still Were better safe than sorry I told him. Ariella dont! Youre tempting fate, I dont want you going back out there! Alistair shouted. I shook my head, utterly ignoring Alistairs warning. We were both military, both Marines. I ran back over to the soldiers, grabbing a few of the stacked up vests. Covering my mouth and nose to keep from puking. I was over half way back when I felt something grab my leg. My rifle tumbling out of my hands and clamoring to the asphalt below. Looking back, one of the soldiers I had thought was dead, wasnt so dead anymore. He was grabbing onto my leg, groaning and snapping his teeth at me. I let out a soft curse and strained, trying to reach for my rifle. I knew one bite was all it would take was one bite from this thing and I was done for. I quickly reared my other leg up, and kicked the soldier hard in the face. Crumbling his rotten lower jaw, and facial cavity. He didnt let go though. Looking up, the color drained from my face as I saw the horde that we had earlier lost catching up with us. There were a few behind me, and a large number ahead of me, blocking my way to the car. Soon enough though I heard gun fire, and looked up. Seeing Alistair standing in front of me. He shot the zombie clinging to my leg and handed me my rifle. You know, I have to say I told you so, but I cut Alistairs bragging off with a sound shut up. We were surrounded and the car was about twenty meters away. I cursed softly. Alistair and I moved back to back, that way we had full coverage, but soon enough I heard a click from my rifle. Then, the sound that shattered my heart. A scream from Alistair. My head shot around to look at him, a chunk of flesh missing from his arm, he had managed to knock back the zombie and shoot it. Get back to the car... Ill distract them Im already dead now Alistair told me. His voice cracking a bit. No, Alistair Please God dont say that... I said frantically. I pulled my side arm from him hip, shooting zombies. Tears already beginning to prick at my eyes and cloud my vision. Well make it out of here baby Well Well find a cure I was having a hard time choking back the sobs that threatened to escape my lips. Ive been bit Ari, just fucking go! For once, just listen to me and dont be such a stubborn bitch! Alistair shouted. He was still shooting, so was I, but with a much smaller gun. A few tears fell down my cheeks, and I kissed him quickly, one last time. I I love you Alistair I love you so much I whispered. I love you too Ariella He whispered. Touching my cheek. Now fucking go! Take this and go! He handed me his weapon and took off running down an alley, making as much noise as he could to draw them away from me. It took that chance to make my break for the car, shooting a few more zombies on the way. I sped off as soon as I got the door close, not wanting to see what was about to happen. That day, I lost the love of my life. He sacrificed himself so we could make it out of the city, and get to my family. It wouldve never happened if I hadnt been so damn stubborn, insisting we go through the city. I regret that decision more than any other I ever made. Soon after leaving the city, I found a refugee camp, other survivors who had run from Tampa to get away. I stayed there for the night, recovering from what happened. I spoke only enough to tell them that I wouldnt be staying long. I left at first light the next morning, and finished the drive to my home town. It wasnt overrun, not like the city, but there were dead zombies littering the street. I shouldve known that they wouldnt take this lying down. I made my way to the old fishing lodge, where I figured theyd all go. It made the most sense after all, the zombies couldnt get them from the water, so they only had to defend three sides. The lake itself, a constant stock of fish, so food wasnt an issue. I turned into the parking lot, and two men came out, guns raised. Im just looking for my family I said softly. Raising my hands up in defense, no weapon in hand. See, no weapon drawn, you can check, Im not bit I guess they recognized, because their weapons lowered and they took me inside. I found my family quickly, my mom, my dad, my aunt, my cousins. I figured a few of them had been turned, I understood that much. I was just glad to see that most of them were ok. Tampa is overrun I barely made it out. If Alistair hadnt sacrificed himself I wouldnt have Theres got to be somewhere that isnt completely overrun I explained calmly. My mom hugged me when she heard me say that Alistair was done. She knew how much I loved him. No matter how much we had fought and bickered. We were still crazy in love with another. We had been for a long time, since high school. I looked around at my family. We cant stay here, were too close to the city We need to find somewhere that we can stay that has plenty of supplies Somewhere away from all this I said. What about the Masons farm, on the island out in the lake? We have the boats we need, and we can come back into town for supply runs if we need more Piped up a voice from the back. Donald, I could kiss you right now, I said. You are a genius Everyone grab your supplies, get anything from the lodge that we might need. I have weapons and ammunition in the car. I picked them up in Tampa. Well use it when we come back on supply runs I glanced out the window, making sure it was still clear. Once everyone had the supplies they needed I checked one more time, and opened the door, waving everyone out. I went right for the car, grabbing the weapons and pulling one of the guys from the town over to grab the ammunition. Handing off a few guns, I grabbed Alistair and Is supplies. Then, beaded for the boats. We stayed together. Driving the boats far enough to not bother the other boats, but close enough to stay within sight. After ten minutes, the island came into view. The Masons had moved out when the outbreak hit, leaving the far. It was the only thing on the island, so it made it easy to create a perimeter. As I looked back to the town, I could tell something was off. There was smoke rising from the center of town. Something had happened. We pulled the boats into the docks, unloading supplies. Its been about six months since then, and weve been on the island this whole time. Except for the occasional run back to get supplies. The smoke had been a small invasion by zombies. Theyd gotten a few people, but the town wasnt overrun. I let out a sigh as I look out at the water. There are about twenty five of us, all together, including myself. Twenty six really I shook my head, and headed back to the house. It was big, bit it was just barely big enough to fit all of us. I went up to the room my parents and I were staying in. Opening up my suitcase, which Id been living out of. I saw the picture of Alistair and I. We were both happy, smiling. He was standing behind me, with his arms around my waist, kissing my cheek. I brushed a tear from my cheek, opening Alistairs suitcase. I looked down, grabbing the electric razor. I pushed myself up off the floor of the bedroom, and walked into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, my hair falling in curls around my shoulders. The same light auburn color it had always been. My green eyes brimming with tears, and red. I wiped the tears away again, and turned the razor on. When I looked back up into the mirror, that long hair was gone. All that remained was a thin layer of hair. I wiped away more tears. Picking up the hair from the sink, and the floor, tossing it in the small trash can next to the toilet. I turned away and opened the door, yelping in surprise when I saw someone standing there. My hand over my chest gently, I shook my head. Jesus Gunnar, you scared the shit outta me... I said. Laughing a little. Trying to ease the tension. Wow Arielle, you um You shaved your head Gunnar said. Yeah, I did, you got a problem with it? I asked. Getting almost defensive in my tone of voice. No, not at all. It looks good. I just, I wasnt expecting it is all Gunnar stammered. Looking me over one more time. His eyes somewhat shocked. I pushed past him, but he grabbed my hand. Im sorry about what happened to Alistair I know how much you loved him I lost Katherine not long ago If you need someone to talk to Gunnar said softly. He was looking at me with concern evident in his eyes. I quickly yanked my arm back. Im just fine! I dont need your sympathy! I said. I moved back to the bed room and sat down on the bed on the floor, made of blankets and pillows. I sighed, and let my head drop into my hands before beginning to sob. These people, they were looking to me for answers. I dont know why. I didnt want this role as a leader. I hadnt even had time to grieve over my own husbands death. For them though, I had to stay strong. It was time for me to break down though, no one was looking. I dont know how long I sat there, just sobbing into my hands. It mustve been a while, because the next thing I knew my mom was knocking on the door, telling me that diner was ready. I told her Id be down in a bit. I had to have time to pull myself together. I may have been seven months pregnant, but I was still a leader in their eyes. I had to be strong. If for no one elses sake, for my little ones.