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- Feb 1, 2013
The stench of death and decay greeted you upon waking, like a haunting fog descending over your being to remind you what stalked the world outside the large soldered and bolted metal walls that stood guard, protecting you. Protection however came with rules and for some certain rules were to hard to follow, one such person was Lily Hunt, only twenty years old and sentenced for what surely was a death sentence, her partner in crime was already exiled to his fate of teeth and blood. Sitting, shivering inside her icy iron cage that would creak open in no more than a day's time.
During this nerve racking wait the young lithe woman took the time to ponder on how all had gone to hell in a hand basket and not just her life, but the very world itself. It all started over three years ago, Lily was a slight outcast during school in the time before the dead came to reek havoc on all walks of life. Lily had constantly good grades even though she was a bit of a trouble maker, the only person she truly relied on was her father, he was her rock, always with smile and the strong sense of safety he gave off. The only problem was his job tore him away for long periods as a gunnery sergeant in the marines with a few tours under his belt. At that very moment he was on shore leave during what was turning out to be a chilly winter, sitting happily in front of the family fireplace warming his feet as he joyfully listened to his daughter's sweet voice explaining her various adventures during his time away, her mother happily singing in the kitchen as she cooked. Their t.v had been faulty for days and the cable company were dragging their heels, so when the first bone rattling scream vibrated their living room windows, Sgt. Richard was on his feet in seconds jesting to his dark haired daughter Lily to stay put. Sliding up against the off white wall, he carefully parted the curtains to get the first glimpses of the terrifying events that would unfold over the next few days.
People running dragging loved ones with, others in cars almost riding them over as all attempted to flee the human like monsters that staggered along, pale and puff skin barely hanging on bone while eyes sat rolled into the back the head, but whether they were blind or not was up for debate as the vile fiends seemed to easily track their source of food and just like that an elderly couple stumbled and toppled to the ground, those around them not bothering to help, mankind's greatest values fleeing out the door of morals as the need for self preservation kicked into high gear. For the aged couple the few seconds it took to get footing was all the strange animated flesh bags needed, ten of them fell upon the two old lovers, their hands still firmly grasped in the others as deathly teeth sank deep into their wrinkled skin, tearing it away from the flesh around it, amazingly the two never really screamed, only moans and sobs of pains could be heard as they stared deeply into each other's eyes, as if their minds had melded together and fled to the same blissful memory.
Days later found Lily and her parents sheltered in their own personal bunker, something the previous owner's father had built during the second world war, in fear of being bombed. It was near on a month and supplies were running low was well as the fact that they barely bathed was forcing the fact that they needed to depart their little burrow of safety and brave this new zombie infested town. Richard took hold of his Sig and slipped the magazine from the butt of the gun, ten rounds still held with in which meant eleven bullets including the chambered round. Going first the sergeant found nothing, even a sweep of the house found no damage or unwanted guests. Lily followed her shivering mother up through the metal hatch and both headed for the kitchen, stacking can food on the table along with crackers. Seconds later Richard entered with a duffel bag, his Sig stepped to his right thigh and his hunting rifle shouldered.
The small family had left their home hours ago, the car wouldn't start so that was forgotten as they stepped out into the freezing air, snow devouring the street and sidewalk. Lily was the fist to notice the cardboard taped to the street lamp. Reading the blatant message had them set course for the large mall near the city edge, the trip was stomach churning with the half eaten corpses dangling out of car windows or littering the streets, others human parts scattered around like a Easter egg hunt gone wrong. However if Lily knew then what she knew now, she would have rather walked amongst the never to return corpses instead of walking into that forsaken concrete death trap. The outside of the mall looked like nothing had touched the place so they entered cautiously, her father gun in hand, her mother with broken mop and Lily a lead pipe almost a meter long. They were about a hundred meters from the entrance, the place was dark and all the rattling objects were making them jumpy, especially with reek of rotting flesh hanging in in the air. It was at the very moment when they heard the sounds of something similar too wet feet slapping against tiled floor, when a voice rattled there world, "Get out of there, its a freak fest in their."
It had all been to late, as Lily and her mother started their sprint for the exit they heard a car jolt to life, but what they saw had them praying, they had walked past shops filled with zombies, obviously the creatures had reacted to the man at the doors voice. Lily ran as hard as her legs would allow, sounds of gunfire ringing loudly behind her. Her mother burst through the doors, Lily hot on her heels, the sight was a large burly blonde haired man onto of a pick up with his arm outstretched. In no time at all she was on the pickup turning to see a sight that would never release its hold on her restless nights. Her father going down in a hail of gunfire as the beasts swarmed upon him, some already biting into his flesh. Then he turned, smiled before yelling in his commanding tone for the driver to get the hell out of there, he would hold the line. The last words to depart his mouth as the vehicle skidded away was that he will always love his special ladies, seconds later as the burly man continued to hold Lily back from the edge of the pickup, her arms outstretched an explosion erupted from the very entrance her father stood.
Days later she would recall that the shop that was at that entrance was the camping store with propane tanks in the display window. Life after that was just a jumble of emptiness, she could barely sleep before screaming awake and days were filled with with following a nurse around in their new sanctuary. She barely spoke to her mother, who helped out in the village kitchen, cooking up food for others as the slowly built more shelters for refugees such as themselves. You were explained the strict rules upon entry and over the years many had been tossed back out into the hell the world had become, some simply for having a birth defect, some the head honcho just said were tainted and nobody argued. Dr. Walker was a cruel man and nobody argued with him or his rude guards in fear of banishment. Two years after arriving her mother had married the vile man, making her life a living pain. She always felt the man wanted her ideas, especially when her mother fell pregnant, now she had granted the bastard's wish.
During this nerve racking wait the young lithe woman took the time to ponder on how all had gone to hell in a hand basket and not just her life, but the very world itself. It all started over three years ago, Lily was a slight outcast during school in the time before the dead came to reek havoc on all walks of life. Lily had constantly good grades even though she was a bit of a trouble maker, the only person she truly relied on was her father, he was her rock, always with smile and the strong sense of safety he gave off. The only problem was his job tore him away for long periods as a gunnery sergeant in the marines with a few tours under his belt. At that very moment he was on shore leave during what was turning out to be a chilly winter, sitting happily in front of the family fireplace warming his feet as he joyfully listened to his daughter's sweet voice explaining her various adventures during his time away, her mother happily singing in the kitchen as she cooked. Their t.v had been faulty for days and the cable company were dragging their heels, so when the first bone rattling scream vibrated their living room windows, Sgt. Richard was on his feet in seconds jesting to his dark haired daughter Lily to stay put. Sliding up against the off white wall, he carefully parted the curtains to get the first glimpses of the terrifying events that would unfold over the next few days.
People running dragging loved ones with, others in cars almost riding them over as all attempted to flee the human like monsters that staggered along, pale and puff skin barely hanging on bone while eyes sat rolled into the back the head, but whether they were blind or not was up for debate as the vile fiends seemed to easily track their source of food and just like that an elderly couple stumbled and toppled to the ground, those around them not bothering to help, mankind's greatest values fleeing out the door of morals as the need for self preservation kicked into high gear. For the aged couple the few seconds it took to get footing was all the strange animated flesh bags needed, ten of them fell upon the two old lovers, their hands still firmly grasped in the others as deathly teeth sank deep into their wrinkled skin, tearing it away from the flesh around it, amazingly the two never really screamed, only moans and sobs of pains could be heard as they stared deeply into each other's eyes, as if their minds had melded together and fled to the same blissful memory.
Days later found Lily and her parents sheltered in their own personal bunker, something the previous owner's father had built during the second world war, in fear of being bombed. It was near on a month and supplies were running low was well as the fact that they barely bathed was forcing the fact that they needed to depart their little burrow of safety and brave this new zombie infested town. Richard took hold of his Sig and slipped the magazine from the butt of the gun, ten rounds still held with in which meant eleven bullets including the chambered round. Going first the sergeant found nothing, even a sweep of the house found no damage or unwanted guests. Lily followed her shivering mother up through the metal hatch and both headed for the kitchen, stacking can food on the table along with crackers. Seconds later Richard entered with a duffel bag, his Sig stepped to his right thigh and his hunting rifle shouldered.
The small family had left their home hours ago, the car wouldn't start so that was forgotten as they stepped out into the freezing air, snow devouring the street and sidewalk. Lily was the fist to notice the cardboard taped to the street lamp. Reading the blatant message had them set course for the large mall near the city edge, the trip was stomach churning with the half eaten corpses dangling out of car windows or littering the streets, others human parts scattered around like a Easter egg hunt gone wrong. However if Lily knew then what she knew now, she would have rather walked amongst the never to return corpses instead of walking into that forsaken concrete death trap. The outside of the mall looked like nothing had touched the place so they entered cautiously, her father gun in hand, her mother with broken mop and Lily a lead pipe almost a meter long. They were about a hundred meters from the entrance, the place was dark and all the rattling objects were making them jumpy, especially with reek of rotting flesh hanging in in the air. It was at the very moment when they heard the sounds of something similar too wet feet slapping against tiled floor, when a voice rattled there world, "Get out of there, its a freak fest in their."
It had all been to late, as Lily and her mother started their sprint for the exit they heard a car jolt to life, but what they saw had them praying, they had walked past shops filled with zombies, obviously the creatures had reacted to the man at the doors voice. Lily ran as hard as her legs would allow, sounds of gunfire ringing loudly behind her. Her mother burst through the doors, Lily hot on her heels, the sight was a large burly blonde haired man onto of a pick up with his arm outstretched. In no time at all she was on the pickup turning to see a sight that would never release its hold on her restless nights. Her father going down in a hail of gunfire as the beasts swarmed upon him, some already biting into his flesh. Then he turned, smiled before yelling in his commanding tone for the driver to get the hell out of there, he would hold the line. The last words to depart his mouth as the vehicle skidded away was that he will always love his special ladies, seconds later as the burly man continued to hold Lily back from the edge of the pickup, her arms outstretched an explosion erupted from the very entrance her father stood.
Days later she would recall that the shop that was at that entrance was the camping store with propane tanks in the display window. Life after that was just a jumble of emptiness, she could barely sleep before screaming awake and days were filled with with following a nurse around in their new sanctuary. She barely spoke to her mother, who helped out in the village kitchen, cooking up food for others as the slowly built more shelters for refugees such as themselves. You were explained the strict rules upon entry and over the years many had been tossed back out into the hell the world had become, some simply for having a birth defect, some the head honcho just said were tainted and nobody argued. Dr. Walker was a cruel man and nobody argued with him or his rude guards in fear of banishment. Two years after arriving her mother had married the vile man, making her life a living pain. She always felt the man wanted her ideas, especially when her mother fell pregnant, now she had granted the bastard's wish.