Kara Allard, F, 24 ( Osiris )
Sky Lavenza, F, 8 ( Osiris )
Justyn Morin, M, 13 ( scooby0000 )
Charlene Lester, F, 25 (Lee’s best friend) ( Icarus_Mark )
Lee Carter, M, 25 (Charlene’s best friend) ( Icarus_Mark )
Stanley Quentin, M, 43 (Payton and Adrian’s father) ( TheStan )
Julia Quentin, F, 42 ( Payton and Adrian mother) ( TheStan )
Payton Quentin, F, 17 (Daughter) ( TheStan )
Adrian Quentin, M, 13 (Son) ( TheStan )
Jesse Ferguson, M, 19 (Son) ( survivorken23 )
Charlotte Ferguson, F, 44 (Jesse’s mother) ( survivorken23 )
Peter Grey, M, 16 (Ikaris’ partner) ( tkoj555 )
Ikaris Love, M, 16 (Peter’s partner) ( tkoj555 )
Quinton Love, M, 16 (Ikaris’ brother) ( tkoj555 )
Felix Kull, M, 23 ( MickyBoomy9 )
Missy Hughes, F, 34 ( Alex’s mother) ( RyanAndrews )
Colby Hughes, M, 36 ( Alex’s father) ( RyanAndrews )
Alex Hughes, F, 16 (Daughter) ( RyanAndrews )
Josh Hunt, M, 29 (Missy’s brother) ( RyanAndrews )
Aria Luna, F, 21 ( Sportygirl22 )
Mac Anderson, M, 19 (Kate’s brother) ( Macda27 )
Kate Anderson, F, 16 (Mac’s sister) ( Macda27 )
Molly Smith, F, 19 (Mac’s best friend) ( Macda27 )
Sharon Anderson, F, 40 (Mac and Kate’s mother) ( Macda27 )
Natalie Smith, F, 18 (Olivia’s sister) ( Coolkat )
Olivia Smith, F, 16 (Natalie’s sister) ( Coolkat )
I have a huge surprise for you next episode! Plus, the episode is by far, the best yet, with action in almost every paragraph.
I just wanted to ask a few questions, it'd be great if you answered them:
1. Do I write to much/ to little?
2. Do you watch/ listen to the ending music?
3. Do you read it all or just your own characters?
4. Are you enjoying it?
5. HONESTLY, are you actually getting attactched to some characters?
6. Is the plot okay?
7. How would you feel if one of your characters died (or any character for that matter)?
Thankyou if you answer them! They really help me out!
CLUES FOR NEXT EPISODE:
title: "THIS IS THE END"
ALMOST every character has a significant amount of time in the story.
Shall be out later tonight/ tomorrow morning.
I will be introducing the public into the story. What you decide will effect episode 5, possibly the future of the season!
Kara Allard, F, 24 ( Osiris)
Sky Lavenza, F, 8 ( Osiris)
Justyn Morin, M, 13 ( scooby0000)
Charlene Lester, F, 25 (Lee’s best friend) ( Icarus_Mark)
Lee Carter, M, 25 (Charlene’s best friend) ( Icarus_Mark)
Stanley Quentin, M, 43 (Payton and Adrian’s father) ( TheStan)
Julia Quentin, F, 42 ( Payton and Adrian mother) ( TheStan)
Payton Quentin, F, 17 (Daughter) ( TheStan)
Adrian Quentin, M, 13 (Son) ( TheStan)
Jesse Ferguson, M, 19 (Son) ( survivorken23)
Charlotte Ferguson, F, 44 (Jesse’s mother) ( survivorken23)
Peter Grey, M, 16 (Ikaris’ partner) ( tkoj555)
Ikaris Love, M, 16 (Peter’s partner) ( tkoj555)
Quinton Love, M, 16 (Ikaris’ brother) ( tkoj555)
Felix Kull, M, 23 ( MickyBoomy9)
Missy Hughes, F, 34 ( Alex’s mother) ( RyanAndrews)
Colby Hughes, M, 36 ( Alex’s father) ( RyanAndrews)
Alex Hughes, F, 16 (Daughter) ( RyanAndrews)
Josh Hunt, M, 29 (Missy’s brother) ( RyanAndrews)
Aria Luna, F, 21 ( Sportygirl22)
Mac Anderson, M, 19 (Kate’s brother) ( Macda27)
Kate Anderson, F, 16 (Mac’s sister) ( Macda27)
Molly Smith, F, 19 (Mac’s best friend) ( Macda27)
Sharon Anderson, F, 40 (Mac and Kate’s mother) ( Macda27)
Natalie Smith, F, 18 (Olivia’s sister) ( Coolkat)
Olivia Smith, F, 16 (Natalie’s sister) ( Coolkat)
Alex’s is woken by the gentle bumps and rocks that her body endures. As her eyes open entirely, she appears to be inside a car, a rather fashionable one. She has a seatbelt fastened over her shoulder while curled up in a ball, asleep in the passenger’s seat. She pivots her head to the driver’s seat next to her to see her boyfriend, Mark.
“Hey, babe,” Mark smiles, rubbing his hand through her hair, taking his eyes of the road for a few moments.
“Where… are we?” Alex asks, stabilizing herself in the chair and raising her head, “how did you survive the accident!?”
“What accident? Alex, are you alright?” Mark questions while a serious look brews across his face, “I was in an accident?”
Alex, consumed with nerves, searches outside the window and is in a place she doesn’t recognize. All she can see is a creepy woodland with a low level of mist engulfing it and the road. It is a very clear night with a huge moon.
“Where’s my parents? Josh?”
“Josh… died of cancer two years ago… Alex,” Mark explains. He takes his eyes from the road again, trying to comfort Alex with his hand by stroking her hair or holding her hand. A bright ray of light belonging to another car passes, blinding Mark, and he panics. He grabs the wheel, steering out of the direction of the oncoming car, and it begins to spin out of control, what feels like forever, until a sudden jolt. Alex raises her head, to see they had hit a tree, almost uprooting it. The oncoming car continue to drive, not turning back. Alex’s leg was crushed by the car, and trapped. She can feel her fresh blood running down her leg while she cries out for Mark…”
“MOM!!” Missy dashes up the stairs of her house, to find Alex in sweats while on top of the covers, crying. Missy already understood she had the same nightmare as she usual. Alex freaks, pulling her pyjamas up to still find a huge scar from the accident across her leg, and cries even more, until Missy lets a tear fall too. Missy walks over and lays on the bed with her, holding her hands and hugging her tightly.
“It’s okay Alex, I’m not leaving you. I’ll never leave you.”
“Why we she attacking you? I don’t know how many times I can rephrase the same question,” Lee asks while fiddling with his fingers. Himself and Kara are inside a cold, artificially lit room in the police department, a few blocks from Norton Hospital. The walls are and floor a dark concrete and nothing but a table and two chairs furnish the room; Kara and Lee sit upon the chairs.
“I told you, I don’t… know! Okay! I don’t know! It was self-defence,” Kara seems shaky after her experience in the bar earlier that night. She still has a few splatters of dried blood on her face.
“Self-defence?”
“Yeah!” Kara continues, “I was just… at the bar! Like any other woman. She just went crazy and tried to bite me!” Lee’s eyes widen at this comment. The room is silent for a while and Kara picks up on his body language.
“Why… what do you know?” Lee does not answer, rubbing his face with his palms, “all this time you’ve been questioning me when you know exactly why don’t you?”
“I DON’T… know why she attacked you. This is classified information.” Kara decides to fall silent for a moment, not wanting to get on Lee’s bad side.
“I need to make a call, wait here. I’ll be back in about an hour,” Lee explains, leaving the room in a hurry. Kara is left on her own in a dark interrogation room with the door closed as Lee left the room. She turns her head towards the mirror that is secretly a mirror, wondering if anyone is watching.
Lee phones Charlene on his mobile while taking swift turns around the long, grey corridors of the police department.
“Charlene, these ‘rabies’ infected people is becoming an epidemic. Report it now.”
“It… isn’t rabies. That person was dead!”
“No shit, Charlene!” Lee shouts. He takes another sharp turn around the corner, into the staff room.
“No Lee, he had been dead… for hours before the officer shot him through the skull. A walking dead…” But Lee’s voice chokes as he finds all the officers in his class in the staff room dead. One lays stiffly in an office chair with her head against the computer screen, blood dripping from her mouth with flesh ripped from her neck, cheeks and arms. Another dead female officer is currently being ripped apart by a walker. He slowly pulls guts and organs into his mouth, chewing with gluttony.
“Stay in Norton hospital, Charlene. I’ll be there soon,” Lee whispers, placing the mobile calmly in his pocket. The reanimated walker has not noticed him yet. He sneaks up behind it, delivering a shot to skull with his side pistol. But doing so, takes a large chunk of his humanity from him, leaving him feeling empty.
Lee calms his nerves by controlling his breathing and using his hands on his knees to balance himself. Upon looking up, he sees a small girl, around age 8, staring up at him. Her eyes glance the room and she begins to have anxiety attacks.
“This happened to mommy! Daddy did this to mommy! Why!?” She cries.
“You was supposed to stay in the lobby!” Lee scolds. But his tone of voice lightens after remembering the case of her parents, the father viciously ate her mother alive. It was filed under domestic violence. While she sobs, lee carries her on his back, while having his pistol in his hand, returning back towards Kara’s interrogation room.
“Where are we going? Am I going home now?” Sky whimpers, rubbing her eyes, but being careful not to tip backwards from Lee’s back.
“Sorry Sky, not yet. We are going to the hospital as there is a special lady there that needs saving. Do you think you can be brave and help me save her?” Lee whispers with a soothing tone. He feels her nod behind him.
Kara sits calmly, still, in the interrogative room, still occasionally glancing at the one way mirror.
“Hurry up,” She says nervously, tapping her high heel on the ground. Her black dress and hair still ruined from earlier that night. She sees a shadow walk past outside the bar doors and quickly runs to it.
“Officer? Officer! Can we please talk?” Kara pleads, trying to grab his shadows attention by waving her hands through the bars. There is silence while she hears echoes of approaching footsteps. It is hard to see as the lighting in the building is a dim, cold blue, with the occasional light flickering.
“Officer?” She asks again.
“AHHHH!” She screams as a dead officer grabs her arms through the bars, pulling her towards his mouth, dripping with flesh blood. She instantly gets flashbacks of the intense party experience. The officer releases a high-pitched squeal just before a bullet fires through the back of his eye-socket while remaining his grip on Kara, resulting in her crumbling to the ground as the walker does. She cries slightly, just watching another human being die tonight. As she looks up, Lee rips the walker away from the entrance of the room and tugs Kara out of the dark cell with Sky by his side. Kara stares at the little girl for a few moments, thinking this sight is not one for a child.
“What is going on…?” She shakes.
“I’ll tell you on the way.”
The Quentin family are having a late night meal, around 10pm. Adrian and Payton have finished early. Julia has purple bags under her eyes from withdrawal symptoms.
“Adrian! Stop! Oh my god, STOP!” Payton shouts as Adrian continues to annoy her by flicking his spoon on her knee under the table.
“I have to go back to court in two days,” Stan declares, his eyes quickly glancing up his family. Julia continues to play with her food while Payton and Adrian reserve their play fight for now, slowly relaxing their muscles as silence falls onto the table.
“It’ll go okay though, right?” Payton asks. Her father doesn’t respond, “Dad?”
“Yeah, yeah. It’ll-it will be fine,” Stan stutters. Julia does not raise her head up once, watching the food on her plate roll. Adrian and Payton give each other a common look simultaneously. Something is up with their parents. Adrian takes his plate to trash. Just before he scrapes his food into it, a shimmer of light catches his eye. A metal needle and a bag of drugs are in the trash, and he fishes them out. Julia cries for herself, hoping her children would not become involved. Adrian gives a sorrowful look to his parents. When he comes to Payton, he gives a look of judgement.
“They’re not mine!” Payton panics, “I quit that stuff I told you!” Stanley suddenly thinks of a way to protect his wife’s secret.
“Payton, no one else in the house does drugs,” Stan shouts, losing his temper all under an act of a lie, knowing Julia is the real culprit.
“I don’t do drugs, I DID do drugs, PAST TENSE DAD!” Payton screams, crying, “I’m not lying, remember I’m the one who admitted it to you last time!”
“Go to your room, Payton. You too, Adrian,” Stan demands, sitting back at the dining table, letting his hands collapse onto his face as he falls into his worries. Payton does not hesitate to leave the room in tears, followed by Adrian reluctantly.
“I’m sorry,” Julia whimpers silently at the end of the table. There is a surprising distance between them.
“It’s done. Just don’t ever do that shit again. If I go to jail-“
“but you won’t, Stanley.”
“You don’t know that,” he sulks while Julia’s tears become stronger, “I’m not exactly innocent either,” Stan continues to cry too. Julia runs into his arms, “what was I supposed to do? Let him kill our daughter? It was her or him. I’m just so lucky she never found out about it, or it would have scarred our baby girl.”
“Wait, the hospital is calling me. I thought they fired me,” Julia wonders, pulling out her mobile.
“Okay… okay, REALLY? Okay, I’ll be right there!”
“Did you get your job back!?”
“Yeah, they said I can get double pay too! Apparently their hands are full at the moment. They must be desperate for help,” Julia concludes. Julia says goodbye to her family while continuing the lie that Payton takes drugs again. She leaves, and takes the home car with her.
Sharon, Kate and Mac are living in an apartment building that is fairly poor and old. Molly is over for the night to do a college project with Mac who are both in his bedroom. Molly is laying on the bed, facing Mac who sits at his small desk.
“Why are you learning this, Mac?” Molly sighs, biting the ends of her nails in the meantime.
“It’s my P.E. course, I have to,” He also sighs, but with boredom rather than sarcasm. Molly sits there for a few moments, overcome by her thoughts.
“Mac, do you fancy anyone?" She smiles, leaning up into a crossed-leg position, rocking back an fourth.
“I told you yesterday, Lauren, that girl at my college,” he explains, smiling, but remaining focused, “I also told Kate I would stay single until she finds a girl or boyfriend. She’s having a hard time.”
“Yeah… that’s nice,” Molly speaks with a straight expression, leaning back onto her bed in disappointment and jealousy. Mac and Molly then hear Kate and Sharon arguing in the living room adjacent to them.
“Fuck sake,” Mac sighs leaving Molly in his bedroom in a hurry to go into the living room.
“What’s wrong with you?” Sharon shouts, throwing a pillow at Kate who has backed up onto the couch. Sharon holds Kate’s phone in her hands, going through her messages. “What’s this? ‘Hi Gina, had a great time last night, can’t wait to see you again, love you.’ You want to fucking scissor her too!” Sharon screams, throwing the phone at Kate as well, but it instead smashes a half full bottle of vodka lying on the living room floor.
“Mom, stop!” Mac scolds, running between them. Kate cries, who now has a scratch under her eye and tears stream from her eyes while she cowers on the couch. After a few moment to calm down, Sharon notices the damage she has done.
“I’m-I’m sorry, it’s the alcohol! I’m sorry…” Sharon whispers, approaching Kate but gets pushed away by Mac.
“It’s the alcohol? You’ve been like this for years,” Mac disapproves, helping Kate up, taking her too her bedroom. Kate avoids eye contact with her own mother.
“And there have been continuous reports from New York City, Tokyo and London of an infectious outbreak,” the television emphasised, leaving Alex in shock, who is now downstairs on the couch. The room is dark, and the television is the only light in the room. Justyn sits beside her who is warming up to his saviours.
“I’m sorry, am I hogging?” Alex smiles, gripping the blanket tight over her body.
“No, I’m not cold,” he says, his eyes fixed on the Television.
Missy walks past and smiles from a distance at the sight of her two favourite kids becoming friends, but the male narrator on television immediately catches her attention.
“We advise any residents that live in a city to stay indoors. Symptoms of the infection include a strong fever, sweating, pale skin and blood shot eyes.” Then they revealed an image after warning the viewer of its disturbances. Justyn screams and begins to have anxiety attacks. Upon looking at the screen, Missy understands that this description was similar to the one Justyn gave her earlier of his boss.
“COLBY!” Missy screams up the stairs in hysterics, “Alex, calm him down please!” Missy begs.
“What’s wrong!?” Colby sprints down the stairs at Missy’s request. He could sense the tone of emergency in her voice.
“We need to lock all the doors and windows now. Did you just see the news!?” Missy panics, running around the house.
“Mom, you’re beginning to freak me out!” Alex says, standing up, focusing on her curiosity rather than Justyn’s anxiety.
“Yeah, honey, you’re overacting, I’m sure that thing on the news was just an overstatement.” Missy suddenly hears the sound of Josh being sick in the garage.
“Fucking hell, I need to see if he’s alright,” Missy cries, leaving the room.
“No, honey, talk to me,”
“I CAN’T! HE CAN CHOKE ON HIS SICK, COLBY! Just lock the doors, it doesn’t hurt to be safe but it hurts to be sorry!”
After a long day involving the police and his co-workers death and injury, he finally arrives home at his modern lodge in the woods, miles from the city although it can be seen in the distance. What makes his lodge appear modern is the black and white shiny walls and the ‘cube-like’ nature. One of the advantages of being a successful entrepreneur is the pay. The lodge is supported by stilts that hovers over a shallow, but wide river, leading in from the city. The sky is pitch black, but the stars are visible from the lack of light pollution. The calm moon light glistens off the river and Felix’s eyes. His suit and tie becomes damp from the gentle rain. With extreme effort, he advances up the glass stairs until he reaches the entrance of his door. Upon entering, his entire house is trashed. The living room and kitchen are connected to one room and is also two floors tall with a slanted roof. Clothes and furniture trash the room, upon which he drops his bag in shock. After reaching the centre of the room, he hears the noise of a click behind him, to which he swiftly turns. A young woman is holding a gun in his direction from a distance.
“Please-D-Don’t shoot,” Felix complies. The girl gesture for Felix to get down to his knees, and he does so. He has a few moments to register her outfit. Her fashion style suggests she is around 20 years old. Very beautiful and healthy, but engulfed by a drive to survive. She keeps her gun fixed to his position while emptying every kitchen draw by yanking them out of their socket.
“Nice house,” she says.
“What do you want?” Felix asks. But the girl doesn’t reply, but instead gives him her full attention.
“More ammo.”
“I don’t have any bullets,” he responds, scared for his life.
“You have no idea what’s going on, do you?” The girl asks, squinting her eyes in judgement.
“No, I can honestly say that I don’t, crazy bitch,” This comment forces the girl to pull the trigger, firing past Felix’s ear, “FUCK!”
“Now, I’m going to stay here the night, and you’re going to lock every door in the house if you want to survive,” The girl demands, approaching him, “I’m sorry I trashed your house. I’m Aria.”
“Or what, you’re going to shoot me? Am I a hostage?”
“It won’t be me that kills you, now are you bit?”
“What?” Felix ponders, his hands begin to find their way behind his head, assuming the arrest position, “what sort of question is that?” all of a sudden, he recalls the accident involving his co-workers and how Frank bit that lady earlier. His eyebrows raise and his facial expression intensifies.
“Are you a police officer? I’ve already been interrogated today.”
“Are- you- bit?” Aria asks for a final time. He shakes his head and she lowers her gun, “Lock the doors.”
“We’re leaving right now,” Payton insists, opening Adrian’s bedroom window after intruding.
“What are you doing?” Adrian demands to know.
“Mom’s out. We’re leaving. You told me you’d come with me!” Payton whispers, but Adrian seems unsure.
“I don’t think you should run away. You need help.”
“They weren’t MINE! I can’t retell the truth over and over again.”
“Is that the truth?” Before this moment, Payton had her back to Adrian trying to open the bedroom window, but this comment urges her to turn around and respond.
“You want the truth? I am the only one that is looking out for you right now. They are mom’s drugs, not mine. I caught her doing them just after grandad die a week ago. But I said nothing. Dad killed a man. Dad lied for mom and threw me under the bus, so he would have done the exact same to you if you was me. Finally, I’m asking you to come with me, as a brother. Please.” Adrian takes a few moments to think, and agrees to run away with her, although it still feels involuntary. They gently walk across the rooftop as it rains, attempting not to slip. They climb down the drainpipe, slowly and steadily, hoping their father doesn’t catch them. They use their teamwork skills until they are safe on the grass.
“Where are we going?”
“My friend, Mac’s. I used to know him before he left for college. He’ll let us stay there for a while,” Payton explains. By this moment, both their hair is drenched by rain and their fingers and toes begin to wrinkle from the dampness in the air and in their socks.
“Isn’t that all the way across the city!?” Adrian whispers loudly.
“We’ll get the underground. I have money.”
The Norton hospital of Louisville is busy and crowded with injured an surgeons and the waiting rooms are engulfed with patients waiting for their loved ones, unknown to them that will reanimate in a ‘different means’ to than they had hoped. Although Quinton and Peter are overwhelmed by noise, Quinton is filled with a silence after imagining the death of his brother. A surgeon quickly rushes out with the name tag ‘Julia Quentin’.
“How’s he doing?” Quinton asks, jumping out of his chair. Peter later rises too.
“Do you have an adult around for supervision?” Julia asks with seriousness, overwhelmed with patients. A gloom follows on Quinton’s face afterwards.
“No, we haven’t,” Peter answers.
“Well, the lines seems to be down at the moment so I can’t call them. I’m trusting you to be responsible adults, although I cannot allow him to be released from hospital without consent from a guardian. Once he is awake, I’ll allow you to visit him.”
“What’s the damage?” Peter asks. Quinton is afraid to hear.
“Well, he has cracked his skull for definite, and his left ear has been dispatched by accident, although I am not sure if this has seriously affected his hearing yet. He is in a temporary coma, it could last up to a week at most. But he’ll be fine. He’ll most likely awake later today. I have to get back to work,” Julia rushes, immediately leaving them in the dark waiting room.
“Don’t worry,” Peter whispers, hugging Quinton to sooth his nerves, “he’ll be fine, you heard her.”
Jesse brakes the backdoor to his mother’s house open.
“Mom!?” He panics, finding her drunk of the kitchen floor.
“MOM!” He panics, sitting her upright.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, touching his face, “I love you no matter what.” Jesse can tell she is intoxicated. She is not normally this friendly.
“You hadn’t called back, I was worr-” He then sees the phone smashed on the kitchen floor. Charlotte cries gradually.
“I treated you like- like shit. It’s not your fault! It’s mine! I should have given you a father figure! I should have- found someone…”
“Mom, don’t be sorry. I couldn’t expect you to sleep with a man for my sake.”
“You’re a good boy. Are you doing okay?” She giggles, fondling his hair.
“Yes Mom,” he laughs, “I’m fine. Actually, I’ve been writing a little more. I think this one’s a seller. It’s about sisters called Amy and Andrea.”
“Amy and Barbara?” She queries. Blood unexpectedly squirts from her shoulder as a strange man rips the flesh from it. Charlotte’s drunk personality instantly shakes off and a single tear rolls down her eyes as she scream her heart out in the utmost pain. A footprint trail leads in from the door that Jesse busted to get in to his mother’s house.
“MOM!” Jesse cries and grabs a kitchen knife off the counter, slamming it in to the walker’s back. The man rises slowly while Jesse takes a few steps back in fear, falling back onto the fridge, with the knife still in the walker’s spine. Jesse hears the crunch of his spine as the walker stands straight, the knife preventing a fully straight posture. As he turns his face, one side of his bloody face is ripped off, what looks like by hand. Blood drips from his wounds and he staggers towards Jesse, he grabs one more knife, slamming it into the walker’s eye socket. This sends it tumbling to the ground, on top of Charlotte.
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Coolkat, Natalie and Olivia will be introduced next episode I think!
Btw guys, I was thinking of making these blogs more interesting by letting you have an effect on the story. For example: I would have let you decide whether Adrian went with Payton or not, effecting the plot of the story. Or would you rather me have full control?
Hey guys! Sorry episode 3 is taking a while, just I've been involved in a few exams and have had to prioritize those. But episode 3 is on its way, most likely Friday or Saturday it will be released and then I have two weeks off so the pace shall pick up.
We also have 6 new characters that will be introduced, how exciting. If you've been sad that there hasn't been too much action, episode 3 should excite you a bit more.
P.S. There should be 16 episodes per season. Each season will have a season finale and mid-season finale. These episodes will usually be special in some way involving plot twists, shocking character deaths and entertaining narrative development!
Kara Allard, F, 24 ( Osiris)
Sky Lavenza, F, 8 ( Osiris)
Justyn Morin, M, 13 ( scooby0000)
Charlene Lester, F, 25 (Lee’s best friend) ( Icarus_Mark)
Lee Carter, M, 25 (Charlene’s best friend) ( Icarus_Mark)
Stanley Quentin, M, 43 (Payton and Adrian’s father) ( TheStan)
Julia Quentin, F, 42 ( Payton and Adrian mother) ( TheStan)
Payton Quentin, F, 17 (Daughter) ( TheStan)
Adrian Quentin, M, 13 (Son) ( TheStan)
Jesse Ferguson, M, 19 (Son) ( survivorken23)
Charlotte Ferguson, F, 44 (Jesse’s mother) ( survivorken23)
Peter Grey, M, 16 (Ikaris’ partner) ( tkoj555)
Ikaris Love, M, 16 (Peter’s partner) ( tkoj555)
Quinton Love, M, 16 (Ikaris’ brother) ( tkoj555)
Felix Kull, M, 23 ( MickyBoomy9)
Missy Hughes, F, 34 ( Alex’s mother) ( RyanAndrews)
Colby Hughes, M, 36 ( Alex’s father) ( RyanAndrews)
Alex Hughes, F, 16 (Daughter) ( RyanAndrews)
Josh Hunt, M, 29 (Missy’s brother) ( RyanAndrews)
Aria Luna, F, 21 ( Sportygirl22)
Mac Anderson, M, 19 (Kate’s brother) ( Macda27)
Kate Anderson, F, 16 (Mac’s sister) ( Macda27)
Molly Smith, F, 19 (Mac’s best friend) ( Macda27)
Sharon Anderson, F, 40 (Mac and Kate’s mother) ( Macda27)
(Warning: This blog cointains mature content including violence, crime and sexual actions)
Kara Allard, F, 24 ( Osiris)
Justyn Morin, M, 13 ( scooby0000)
Charlene Lester, F, 25, (Lee’s best friend) ( Icarus_Mark)
Lee Carter, M, 25, (Charlene’s best friend) ( Icarus_Mark)
Stanley Quentin, M, 43, (Father) ( TheStan)
Julia Quentin, F, 42, (Mother) ( TheStan)
Payton Quentin, F, 17, (Daughter) ( TheStan)
Adrian Quentin, M, 13, (Son) ( TheStan)
Jesse Ferguson, M, 19 (Son) ( survivorken23)
Charlotte Ferguson, F, 44 (Mother) ( survivorken23)
Peter Grey, M, 16, (Ikaris’ partner) ( tkoj555)
Ikaris Love, M, 16, (Peter’s partner) ( tkoj555)
Quinton Love, M, 16, (Ikaris’ brother) ( tkoj555)
Felix Kull, M, 23 ( MickyBoomy9)
Missy Hughes, F, 34, (Mother) ( RyanAndrews)
Colby Hughes, M, 36, (Father) ( RyanAndrews)
Alex Hughes, F, 16, (Daughter) ( RyanAndrews)
Josh Hunt, M, 29, (Missy’s brother) ( RyanAndrews)
Felix, a young man, stands at mahogany oval shaped table. He is the only one that stands, occasionally taking a powerful stroll around the room, separated from the rest of the floor by glass panels. When looking out the window, it is clear that it is one of the tallest buildings in Louisville. About another 5 people sit in the room at the oval table, taking sophisticated notes on Felix’s speech.
“Come on everyone! If we risk this, we could be in for a big raise in salary! Stay on your toes people,” Felix rants, occasionally pressing his fingers together and providing the room with other persuasive gestures. As he runs out of words to say, the room looks at him while he takes a sip of his cup of coffee.
“Frank? FRANK!” Felix shouts as a man sleeps at the table. The man does not wake up, not even move a muscle.
“Frank?” Felix asks again, slightly nervous this time, aware that Frank is not moving or breathing. The woman next to him shakes Frank but he doesn’t move at all. More vigorous shaking only revealed to the woman further how incredibly pale and cold he is. There is silence in the room while the woman looks at Felix for guidance, anxiety on her physiognomy.
“Shit, call an ambulance, now!” Felix stresses, turning away, unable to face the unhealthy body in his office. The entire room begins to panic, gasping, crying, panicking.
“He was fine this morning! He was fine…” the woman explains. Immediately after finish her sentence, her hair is tugged harshly and suddenly by Frank who has risen from his seat. His eyes have faded to a glossy white with blood shot vessels in his eyes. His nose seems bent and damage and his actions are violent. The women’s neck is tugged directly into his mouth, and Frank sinks his teeth into the top of her shoulder, forcing her to release an ear-shattering scream. All the men in the room pull Frank’s cold body of the lady, as she plunges to the ground as blood seeps from her bite. But Frank fights with strength, forcing the men to repel of him in all directions. One of the men smashing into the window, cutting his face on broken shards of glass. If it wasn’t for Felix yanking him fiercely by the scruff of his neck, he would have fell out of the window and to his death.
“FRANK! FUCKING STOP!” The men continue to scream at him, with the only lady in the room lying flat on the floor, holding her shoulder in agony and another man pulling shards of glass from his cheeks.
Felix’s instincts kick in. He destroys the oval shaped table, rips of a table leg and bashes Frank to the ground. Frank’s initial reaction is to snarl, however Felix notices that Frank’s actions seem animalistic, primal and have a tendency to be slow. A final blow to the skull stops Frank from moving. The entire room freeze in shock, with the only noise being the faint cries of the bite victim.
Kara, still not in perfect shape from her rough night, walks into a cloth store. From the outside, beautiful female dresses have caught her eye through advertising glass. As she walks in, only with $20, she could not avoid noticing how busy the store was. Perfect.
She weaves in and out of the crowds, a few people appearing rather ill-looking and unhealthy to her. Quick enough, a black, skin tight dress catches her eye. It is rather short and… revealing to say the least. But this was exactly what Kara needed to find a man tonight in the local bar to have a place to sleep. She very quickly steals the dress by sneaking it into her current jumper. It is obvious she has done this before. No one would ever realise as the store was particularly crowded.
The dress will definitely get her a bed tonight… with another man, and it didn’t cost her a thing.
The snarl on his boss’ face as she casually rose to Justyn’s level was enough to frighten him in to flight mode, immediately resulting in him sprinting out through the trees and onto a large grass patch. He could feel the blood pumping through his veins quickly and could feel the adrenaline propelling him forward. He would cry, considering how terrifying the experience was, but he was too concentrated on surviving. He continued to dash across the freshly cut grass, a neighbourhood just ahead. The neighbourhood seemed pleasant and slightly separated from the city with large, spaced houses with freshly trimmed gardens and back garden pools.
BANG! BANG! BANG! Justyn knocks three times on the closest house to him. Afraid, he jerks his head towards the way he came while impatiently waiting for the residents of the house to answer. He can view the clump of trees that surround the animal shelter but cannot see his cannibalistic boss. This relieves him slightly.
“Hello?” A voice answers. Justyn turns around to notice a lady, around the age of 30, smiling down at him, but her smile curves into an expression of worry after seeing the pure terror on Justyn’s face.
“Please let me in! Please! Someone… something’s chasing me! PLEASE!” Justyn begs, praying his hands together.
“Of course, of course,” the lady says, “sit down in the living room, okay? I’m Missy, I’m just going to call the police,” she continues, jogging to the home phone. Justyn, frozen in fear, lowers himself onto the sofa. There is a window in the living room that pans the street. People just continue walking on the sidewalk, as if they had no idea what Justyn had just seen.
Missy waits at the phone after dealing 911, but there was no response, other than a repeating artificial voice speaking calmly “I’m sorry, but the number you have called is not available. Please hold.” Missy waited for over half a minute, and there is no response. Becoming distressed, she throws the phone back on the hook.
“I’m sorry, what’s your name, honey?” Missy asks, sitting beside Justyn, attempting to make him comfortable.
“Jus-Justyn,” he slurs, his eyes fixed ahead of him.
“Can you explain to me who… what exactly was chasing you?” She asks, pulling his hands into hers at another attempt to relax him. He is quiet for a few moments.
“My… my boss. She… wasn’t herself,” Justyn responds, sobbing into the palms of his hands. Missy was surprised initially at the fact this young boy was working, but quickly dismisses it.
“Okay, okay. I need you to calm down. What do you mean?” her query ponders with Justyn for a moment. He’s body language is terrified, shaken and frozen, leaving Missy to imagine what could have possibly happened to him.
“Do you know your parents’ number?” Justyn does not respond again. Missy is unsure what to do, yet sympathetic of his situation.
“I’ll go get you a drink. But stay here, and you’ll be safe. I’ll only be next door. If you hear someone moving, it’s just Josh, my brother. My daughter and husband might be home soon, but don’t panic, okay?”
The time is the middle of the afternoon, and most students are leaving school and walking home. Ikaris and Peter walk home together, down a main street. Peter is going around Ikaris’ this night to sleep. Quinton walks about 20 metres ahead, still annoyed with Ikaris ‘abandoning’ him.
“He still mad?” Peter asks.
“I didn’t know! How was I supposed to know?” Ikaris complains, blaming himself for Quinton’s beating.
“I don’t blame you,” Peter responds. Luckily, Quinton cannot hear them as he has his head phones in, listening to emotional music.
“You know what he said to me? That Dad made a better father,” Ikaris weeps, looking at the ground. Peter feels a little lost for words, trying to console Ikaris by rubbing his back.
“Maybe he is right,” Ikaris continues.
“You lost your father too. You’re only human,” Peter consoles, gently grabbing Ikaris’ hand as they walk.
“FUCKING RUN!” Ikaris and Peter look up to find Quinton screaming back at them. They both scan the area to see what they are running from, and a car has crashed and swerved, heading for their direction. Ikaris immediately pushes Peter, allowing the side of the car to smash into his body, knocking him flying, grinding his head across the concrete of the path, knocking him unconscious. Quinton calls an ambulance while other’s gather. Quinton mainly cries, worried he will lose another family member. Peter panics also, but remains his composure while trying to make Ikaris’ body position more comfortable. Blood slowly covers the pavement below, leaking from his skull. When Peter looks up into the crashed car, there is a family of 4, all appearing injured, one of the children crying. The mother looks severely injured, with a deep cut in her arm as it hangs out the shattered window, supported by shards of glass. But the father appears dead, but has a strange bite mark on his arm.
Adrian and Payton walk home together. The other friends they usually walk with turned down another street to arrive home. Adrian and Payton’s conversation is a little dry. Being siblings, they don’t have much to talk about. Luckily, they are only a few moments from home.
“Something weird happened today,” Payton speaks, making conversation.
“Yea, what’s that?” Adrian asks.
“Kasey. She wasn’t at school. She got… ‘attacked’,” Payton says.
“Attacked? Is Kasey the one with ginger hair?”
“yeah. I just thought it was weird.”
“Well is she in hospital? How badly hurt was she?” Adrian queries.
“I don’t know.”
After their dull conversation, they reach the walkway up to their home. Payton pulls her keys out, unlocking the white wooden front door. Their house is quite large, formed mainly of large windows and modern bricks and fancy panelling. The large windows give the house a modern look.
“Say hi to mom and dad first before you go on your play station,” Payton demands. Adrian just gives a brief sigh. Adrian is let through by Payton. Just before Payton enters, she looks around the neighbourhood, and there is a strange women across the street. Quite pale. Payton tries to focus her eyesight, but can’t make any detail out. The women is staring directly at Payton continuously from about 100 metres away. This freaks Payton out and she rushes indoors with jumpy movements. Every time she looks back during the process, the women is still staring at her. Payton locks the door behind her frantically, leaning against it after hearing the click of the clock, sighing in relief.
“What a fucking weird day,” she sighs.
“I heard that young lady, watch your language!” Julia shouts.
Charlene and Lee are in the science facility of Norton Hospital, Louisville. The room is deep in the centre of the building. The room is cold, to keep the bodies fresh, one of the bodies being the man that bite one of the police officer’s in Lee’s class. The male body is naked on the table, with a bullet hole through his skull from where the female officer shot him. Charlene stands close, inspecting the body while wearing a while gown, mask and gloves to protect herself from any pathogens. Lee stands in the corner of the room, shivering, with a mask on too.
“I thought I’d show you. Your into this stuff,”
“Not only that, it is my job, Lee,” Charlene smiles casually underneath her mask. But after a while, a deeper and deeper sense of confusion overwhelms her.
“Something isn’t right here,” Charlene concludes.
“What do you mean?” Lee asks.
“Come here,” Charlene demands. She pulls the dead body’s eyelids back, “look his eyes are bloodshot and glistened over. His skin looks like it is rotted, more than it should be since time of death. You said his behaviour was quite primal? I think he had some evolved form of rabies. I think it is spread by biting, that’s why it was his first instinct.”
“Shit! We need to warn that officer! He’s infected. Do we need to report this? This sounds serious.”
“Not yet,” Charlene demands, “let me take a few scans. It may take me all night to finish my research. I don’t know anything for sure until I investigate further. Just go home. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Night is slowly descending on Louisville. In the Hughes household, a gentle orange beam of light from the sunset makes the dining room glow, where Missy, Alex, Colby, Josh and their new guest, Justyn, have dinner. The table is fairly old-fashioned, and their house is rather cheap considering furniture and style. The family is not upper class, explaining why Josh’s room is in the garage.
“It’s nice to have you at the table today Josh,” Colby smiles. Colby’s voice and eyes are relaxed and tired. It is clear he has worked hard, on top of a sleepless night.
“Well, you always make such an effort. It’s my turn to make an effort,” Josh smiles, pulling a spoon of soup into his mouth, but most of it shakes off as his arm vibrates from lack of strength. Missy looks at him in despair.
“Well, it’s nice to have you with us for dinner Justyn. When you’re comfortable to go outside again, well take you home,” Missy smiles. Alex is very quiet at the table, thinking about Mark.
“Are you babysitting Ozzie tomorrow, Alex?” Missy asks.
“No.”
The table continued in the orange sunlight in utter silence. Very quickly, a sombre atmosphere descended in the room.
The family appears very quiet to Justyn, who has begins to regain his sanity. Although all friendly and kind, their family did appear broken in every way possible. Justyn wasn’t the best edition to this either, considering he is an orphan who just witnessed his boss devour a dog.
Kara is partying in a local bar. Disco lights confuse the eyes and the latest beats burst the eardrums while all the girls and guys dance to the music. Kara wears her stolen black-tight dress to attract the men, also in last night’s high heels that match perfectly, with a pink cocktail in her hand smothered in ice. She has made some girlfriends that night, and one man particularly has her eye. He is wearing a rich suit with what seems to be a ‘large’ wallet. Their eyes match, and the slowly move towards eachother, dancing. He genuinely seems attracted to her, but this, for her, is her way of life. Their lips are about to meet…
“AHHH!” A girl screams, much louder than the music. The DJ immediately stops as well as everyone else, some girls giggling at the scream until they see the cause. No amount of intoxication could confuse what they all saw. A young women, desperately trying to escape another man who is biting into her forearm. The girl tries to tug away, but the man has not finished his meal. Once he fully bites the chunk out of her arm, she collapses to the ground as blood gushes from her arm. From the toilet behind Kara, another dead-looking girl stumbles out of the toilet door, her eyes immediately catching Kara’s. Lots of the men attack the cannibalistic man and help the injured girl while the other girls’ scramble from the party. Kara backs away as the girl approaches her, snarling. Kara trips over and the girl dives for her, and they wrestle on the club floor, one fighting for life, the other for food. Kara screams as the girl pulls on her styled hair and spits in her face in the most animalistic way. Kara desperately crawls away, her legs continuously being yanked backwards by the dead girl. The floor is littered with trash that had been knocked over from the panicking crowd including cups, liquids
Outro music: https://youtu.be/2oLvUs13Wroand stage equipment. Kara throws all of this at the girl, but nothing prevents her. As a final option, Kara pulls of her shoe, and digs the heel into the eye of the girl. She repeats this again, and again, and again, ruining her hair and her appearance in the meantime. Finally, the dead girl stops moving with the heel of Kara’s shoe wedged in her eye-socket. Kara sinks to the floor, crying. The lights of the disco continue having not being turned off the mayhem. The few remaining party members stare at Kara, some throwing up, unaware of how to react other than in shock. Shortly after the police burst in, neutralising the cannibalistic man and arresting Kara.
(WARNING: this blog may contain language some may find disturbing or offensive)
Kara Allard, F, 24 ( Osiris)
Justyn Morin, M, 13 ( scooby0000)
Charlene Lester, F, 25, (Lee’s best friend) ( Icarus_Mark)
Lee Carter, M, 25, (Charlene’s best friend) ( Icarus_Mark)
Stanley Quentin, M, 43, (Father) ( TheStan)
Julia Quentin, F, 42, (Mother) ( TheStan)
Payton Quentin, F, 17, (Daughter) ( TheStan)
Adrian Quentin, M, 13, (Son) ( TheStan)
Jesse Ferguson, M, 19 (Son) ( survivorken23)
Charlotte Ferguson, F, 44 (Mother) ( survivorken23)
Peter Grey, M, 16, (Ikaris’ partner) ( tkoj555)
Ikaris Love, M, 16, (Peter’s partner) ( tkoj555)
Quinton Love, M, 16, (Ikaris’ brother) ( tkoj555)
Felix Kull, M, 23 ( MickyBoomy9)
Missy Hughes, F, 34, (Mother) ( RyanAndrews)
Colby Hughes, M, 36, (Father) ( RyanAndrews)
Alex Hughes, F, 16, (Daughter) ( RyanAndrews)
Josh Hunt, M, 29, (Missy’s brother) ( RyanAndrews)
Kara wakes up in a dimly light apartment with the curtains closed and a smoke clouding the small apartment created from the cigarettes she had been smoking throughout the night. The room is engulfed in smoking equipment including bongs and full ash-trays. Her hair is messed and fluffed from the position she had been sleeping. As her eyes adjust the light in the room, she finds a young man underneath her, bare chested, the smell of tobacco and weed on his breathe. The last night seems a haze to her as she pulls her strapped bra back over her shoulder and fixes her appearance within a minute. It is obvious she had slept with this man. She walks over to the curtains and slowly creates a gap to peak through. At first, her eyes reject the morning sunlight and she gasps, forced to look away. But once she looks for a second time, her eyes scatter across the city skyline of Louisville. As her eyes glance down to the street 10 floors below, it is full of citizens trying to make ends-meat in the city. Going to work, meeting friends at the local coffee shop or selling illegal things to passers-by. But one particular person catches her eye. A strange man with a hooded-jumper covering his hair. He is dressed fairly casually, as if he was a teenager before. But he seems lifeless… unaware of what is happening. But their eyes catch, and the boys eyes on the street are filled with blood and his face pure white. Kara immediately draws for the curtains in shock, and stumbles back a little, but ultimately shakes the strange experience off.
“Ugh, baby get back in bed…” the man groans, obviously still deep in his sleep. Kara takes this opportunity to grab his wallet on the side, taking a £20 note and leaving the apartment.
“That’s all today class! Don’t forget you homework Monday Todd or I will actually kill you,”
“Alright Mr Q, I won’t!”
Stanley Quentin shuffles through some papers on his desk in an empty classroom, marking the papers with a red pen, until he gets an unexpected phone call.
“Hello? Yes, this is he. Yeah, she’s my wife,” Stanley answers. There is suddenly a drop in his facial expression and a delayed pause.
“I’ll go right home.”
In The Ferguson home, a dark atmosphere is present. The home is a bungalow, lacking windows so the house is naturally dim. Charlotte sits in a ray of light, her back up against a cupboard in the kitchen. She sobs quietly, with two empty wine bottles at her feet as she weeps into her knees. She has been up drinking… all night.
Her phone rings, and her son’s face appears on the screen. But she cannot bring herself to answer. It can be seen that she has 7 miss calls from Jesse Ferguson.
“I’m sorry…” she cries, “I didn’t mean it.”
The phone continues to ring, and her tolerance level gets shorter.
“Get away from me you fucking disgrace!” Charlotte is forced by her emotions to launch the phone at the wall, braking it. After a moment, she raises her face to see the damage and sinks back into a depressed state.
“I didn’t… mean… I just…” She cannot finish her sentences.
The local school canteen is crowded with students, queues and tables. Payton and a group of her friends are gathered around a table while her brother, Adrian, can clearly be seen playing soccer out the large window on the playground.
“I know right, that was in, like, so 10 days ago!” One of her friends giggle.
“Hey, does anyone know where Kasey is today?” Payton asks, twirling her food on her plate with her fork. Her face expressed seriousness.
“Why, so you can buy some weed? I thought you quit that stuff?” One of her friend’s ask with a tone of humour. Payton does not look impressed. “She got attacked by some homeless guy. She was told to have a few days off by the school.”
This thought seemed imprinted on her mind. She continued eating her food as the other girls chatted and laughed. Her mind just wasn’t at that canteen table after that comment.
Quinton is walking towards the music block, slowly, with depression glooming over his face. His hair is dyed mainly black, with strains of sky blue. He walks with his head held low; a music book in one arm.
“Hey! Shithead!” A voice shouts. Before Quinton can turn to face the insult, a football hits his gut, forcing him to curl into a ball on the floor. It was the football team.
“A music book? How fucking beautiful!” They laugh, while one of them continue to kick him in the stomach.
“Where’s your daddy now? Huh?” They continue to dish out insults, but they have finished physically hurting him. They laugh and chuckle to themselves as they walk off past him, leaving him to stabilize himself and pick up his music book. A takes him a few moments as his stomach is bruised badly and his lip is bleeding. Shortly after, Ikaris walks outside.
“Oh my God, Quin,” Ikaris gasps, running out to see what happened, “what happened to you? Was it the football team again?”
“You said you’d be there for me!” Quin cries, wiping the dirt of his music book. He does not bother stopping his lip from bleeding. This has happened to him to many times to care.
“I… I… I was just doing work in the math…”
“YOU PROMISED! You said you’d stop them from doing that to me,” Quin wipes his eyes, shaking off the experience and continues heading towards the music block. Ikaris stands behind him, frozen. After a few moments, Ikaris responds.
“…I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, well, Dad made a better father than you did, so don’t bother trying anymore.”
“Julia!” Stanley shouts, entering his large home to find his wife pale, with a needle and drugs on the coffee table.
“They fired me, Stanley. They fucking fired me,” Julia weeps, holding her eyes to her hands to stop the tears. Stanley quickly grabs the drugs off the table and throws them into the trash. He gives no sympathy to his wife.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” She asks, raising her head.
“Yeah. If you don’t stop this shit, I’m sending you to rehab.”
“Stanley!” Julia cries.
“I can’t do this anymore Julia! I understand your father just died but you CANNOT do this while Payton and Adrian are around! Do you understand what sort of influence this will have on them? We almost lost our daughter to this kind of crap,”
“I’ll stop, I promise… I’m sorry,” she continues to weep. Hugging her knees, she does not move out of the foetal position.
“Come on, go have a shower and sort yourself out.”
Josh is seen lying in bed, with a white blanket over his body. He has lost all of his hair due to treatment, and is not faring well at the moment with cancer. He looks fairly weak and is no longer able to support himself. He lives with his older sister, Missy, who takes care of him while her husband and daughter are at work. The room he is sleeping in is not an ordinary bedroom. It appears to be part of the garage, although it has heating to keep him warm. He appears to be watching a cooking show.
“Josh? You awake?” Missy whispers into the room, only the door slightly opening.
“Yeah,” he says. His voice has a gravelly texture to it.
“I brought you your favourite,” she smiles, placing a bowl onto his lap. “It’s oxtail soup. That is your favourite right?” It takes Josh a moment to zone in on the question and situation.
“No, tomato is, but you make great oxtail soup.”
“Nope. I won’t settle for second best! I’ll make you a new one,” Missy grins, taking the plate away.
“You really don’t have to do that. I’m too hungry to wait for another,” Josh pleads. Missy seems disappointed in herself. She initially hesitates, sighs, then puts the bowl back on his lap.
“I’m sorry Josh,” she says with a poignant look on her face. Josh seems hurt by Missy’s sadness, and attempts to cheer her up.
“Missy, stop. You let me live in your house for free. I couldn’t ask for a better sister.”
“I love you so much,” Missy smiles, hugging and kissing Josh’s forehead. She doesn’t let him see, but a tear rolls down her eye, knowing that he cannot beat the inevitable.
Lee jumped out of the back seat of a police car, in uniform, along with 2 other colleagues.
“Reporting in, no sign of the suspect,” the male officer reports.
“Listen Carter, you follow our orders, okay?” the female voice states. Lee nods, following their lead through the rusty, old trailer park by the side of the river. Some of the citizens that lived in the trailers occasionally peaked between the curtains and through their windows. They seemed terrified.
“Carter, you go left. We’ll go right,” the female officer demands. Lee nods, following a dirt track, leading to a thin gap between the back of a trailer and a wooden fence. Lee felt a little nervous passing through. If the reports of a cannibalistic murderer in this area is true, then he did not want to fall victim to him.
Lee squeezed through the gap between the trailer and fence, leading him to a vegetable garden. He had lost all sight of the other two officers. He felt isolated as the nearby trailers formed a sort of box around him. It was slightly windy, and quiet, blowing the plants growing from the dirt slightly. There should be at least 30 people living in this site, so either they are hiding or gone. Something definitely was not settling about the atmosphere of this trailer park.
“AHHHHHH!” Lee hears a male scream and sprints to it instantly. After a few turns and jumps, there is an open space of gravel. There was a strange man sinking his teeth into the male officer’s arm, ripping a chunk of flesh from his body, causing the officer to fall to the ground in extreme pain. The female officer does not hesitate are waste time hand-cuffing the man. She instead puts a bullet straight through the cannibal’s head, sending him to the ground. The bullet noise echoes across the park.
“Fuck,” the female officer sighs while the male officer stands back up, trying to remain posture, “he wouldn’t listen to us. Something was seriously wrong with that man.”
Lee looks into the dead man’s eyes, and they are bloodshot. His skin appeared to be… rotting.
“I dunno. Something doesn’t seem normal. Maybe we should let Charlene have a look at this,” Lee asks, looking between the officers and the body.
“Ugh… yeah okay, if you think it’s best Carter… SHIT!” The female officer sighs again, “I’ve never shot a man like that before.”
Justyn, a young teenager, wakes up inside his bare bedroom inside the orphanage. The room is white-washed, lacking any form of decoration. He realises he is late for school, but this was his intention. He wasn’t going to school, he was going to do volunteer work at the local animal shelter. So he puts on his work clothes, and sneaks out the window, jumping across a few short roof tops and into the back alleys of the city. It is clear that he has done this many times before.
The animal shelter is only a 5 minute walk. Nobody recognizes who he is as no one is aware of his job at the shelter. He essentially lives a double life. After walking through a short woodland in the city, he reaches the animal shelter. Rather than indoors, most of the cages are outdoors with a metal panel covering them to protect the animals from harsh weather. Mainly dogs and cats.
“Hey buddy,” Justyn smiles, going up to a familiar dog. An Alsatian. The dog seems very excited to see him, sprinting around the large cage and rapidly licking Justyn’s hand. Justyn rises realising that the cage next to his is open, and his boss is nowhere to be seen. It felt awfully quiet.
Justyn searches the animal shelter grounds for a little while, until he hears a strange cry in the woods. It sounded like a small dog. His love for animals forced him to run into a small clump of trees, isolating him from the city. But what he found was horrifying. Justyn dropped his hands to his side and his jaw feel wide open. Fear spread across his face. He had found his boss pulling the fresh, steamy, bloody innards of a small dog out of its stomach and into her mouth. His boss seemed delusional and blank of expression and personality. Justyn’s breathing got faster, but he covered his mouth to prevent this… thing… from haring him. After a few moments, his boss raised her head slow-like to his position. Upon seeing him, her teeth gnashed and chunks of flesh were caught in her teeth. Although pale, her skin looked young and fresh. Only dead.
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