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Survivor00
Star
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
3 WEEKS
AFTER FIRST INFECTION
-LEFT 4 DEAD-
â?¦---â?¦
The lone Witch shuffled slowly through Fairfieldâ??s deserted streets, her arms hugging herself tightly, her pitiful moans echoing off the buildings around her. Even the Infected gave her a wide berth, seemingly aware of the feral power locked inside her small frame. Each step took a massive amount of effort from her, and it took every decayed fiber of her remaining willpower to remain standing. She didnâ??t remember anything about who she had once been, or how she had even gotten to this placeâ?¦the Infection that had ravaged her body had also destroyed her memories, turning her into thisâ?¦shellâ?¦that wasnâ??t entirely under her own control.
All she felt was a bottomless well of despair and painâ?¦
And the hunger.
That damned, unceasing hunger.
The setting sun hurt her sensitive eyes, once beautiful orbs that now seemed to glow a molten red from within. Her dark hair hung limply from her head, resting against her bony shoulders. Her fingers had been twisted into razor-sharp claws, the reformed flesh and bone stained red with blood. They hurtâ?¦everything hurt so badlyâ?¦
She sobbed, burying her face into her hands, wandering aimlessly through a doorway into a building where she could rest for the nightâ?¦if she could even call it â??restingâ??. She never slept now, each day endlessly melting and blurring into a undecipherable mess as she sat there weeping. She heard another wailing cry, one very similar to the sounds that wrenched themselves from her throat. Anotherâ?¦like her. Instantly, she bristled at the proximity to another, but she tried to force it down.
Her body moved on its own agenda with her mind tugging at the reigns. She turned the corner to gaze upon the disheveled form of another Witch, slumped on the ground and sobbing. Blood and viscera slowly dried on the walls and floor around her, pooling around the decimated corpse of a human unfortunate enough to have come across her. She had practically torn the figure to bloody shreds. Sensing her presence, the other Witch looked up, two pairs of glowing eyes meeting in the dark. The Witch let out a warbling, rasping cry, a threat â?? one that she knew well: â??Go away.â?
She backed away, slowly retreating down the dimly-lit corridor towards and heading towards the street. She would need to find another place to hide for the nightâ?¦ The night seemed to bring her such horrible sorrowâ?¦she didnâ??t know if it had always done so...but the darker the sky was, the hard it was for her to remain on her feet. A gasping moan burst from her lips, her bare feet scuffing the pavement. She wore only the tattered remains of a white, sleeveless shirt and panties, but yet she did not feel the coldness of the air upon her skin.
The bellow of a massive Infected was punctuated by the distant cracks of gunfire, the latter sent her skin crawling, and she warbled, crouching into an attack pose. All control of herself was gone now, the blinding, feral rage starting to make her vision hazy. No matter how much she pleaded, she could not control herself.
AFTER FIRST INFECTION
-LEFT 4 DEAD-
â?¦---â?¦
The lone Witch shuffled slowly through Fairfieldâ??s deserted streets, her arms hugging herself tightly, her pitiful moans echoing off the buildings around her. Even the Infected gave her a wide berth, seemingly aware of the feral power locked inside her small frame. Each step took a massive amount of effort from her, and it took every decayed fiber of her remaining willpower to remain standing. She didnâ??t remember anything about who she had once been, or how she had even gotten to this placeâ?¦the Infection that had ravaged her body had also destroyed her memories, turning her into thisâ?¦shellâ?¦that wasnâ??t entirely under her own control.
All she felt was a bottomless well of despair and painâ?¦
And the hunger.
That damned, unceasing hunger.
The setting sun hurt her sensitive eyes, once beautiful orbs that now seemed to glow a molten red from within. Her dark hair hung limply from her head, resting against her bony shoulders. Her fingers had been twisted into razor-sharp claws, the reformed flesh and bone stained red with blood. They hurtâ?¦everything hurt so badlyâ?¦
She sobbed, burying her face into her hands, wandering aimlessly through a doorway into a building where she could rest for the nightâ?¦if she could even call it â??restingâ??. She never slept now, each day endlessly melting and blurring into a undecipherable mess as she sat there weeping. She heard another wailing cry, one very similar to the sounds that wrenched themselves from her throat. Anotherâ?¦like her. Instantly, she bristled at the proximity to another, but she tried to force it down.
Her body moved on its own agenda with her mind tugging at the reigns. She turned the corner to gaze upon the disheveled form of another Witch, slumped on the ground and sobbing. Blood and viscera slowly dried on the walls and floor around her, pooling around the decimated corpse of a human unfortunate enough to have come across her. She had practically torn the figure to bloody shreds. Sensing her presence, the other Witch looked up, two pairs of glowing eyes meeting in the dark. The Witch let out a warbling, rasping cry, a threat â?? one that she knew well: â??Go away.â?
She backed away, slowly retreating down the dimly-lit corridor towards and heading towards the street. She would need to find another place to hide for the nightâ?¦ The night seemed to bring her such horrible sorrowâ?¦she didnâ??t know if it had always done so...but the darker the sky was, the hard it was for her to remain on her feet. A gasping moan burst from her lips, her bare feet scuffing the pavement. She wore only the tattered remains of a white, sleeveless shirt and panties, but yet she did not feel the coldness of the air upon her skin.
The bellow of a massive Infected was punctuated by the distant cracks of gunfire, the latter sent her skin crawling, and she warbled, crouching into an attack pose. All control of herself was gone now, the blinding, feral rage starting to make her vision hazy. No matter how much she pleaded, she could not control herself.