10-20-2015, 01:23 AM
What the hell is she going to do with herself?
She’s felt listless and without purpose since the raid, spending her days roaming about Beqanna without any destination in mind. She feels worthless, ashamed. She’d been utterly useless in the fight against the Chamber, succeeding only in falling on her ass and obtaining a number of nasty looking burn scars on her legs. She hadn’t been able to protect her mother. She hadn’t even been able to protect herself.
She finds it hard to stay in the Gates some days now, often spending many of her nights hidden away in the meadow. This night is no different, and it’s with a small sigh that she settles in to a small patch of trees on the quiet side of the meadow. She feels exhausted, numb. That spark of wildness that had once driven her mother so crazy is mostly extinguished. As she settles in for the night, she secretly wishes she was somewhere else - some alternate world where the Chamber raid never happened, where her mother was never kidnapped and her brother and father had never disappeared. But she knows it’s just wishful thinking.
She never expects it to actually happen.
When she wakes up the light has changed. It takes her a moment to adjust, her eyes blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights. “Whaa …?” She’s in a room? She moves to stand up, and abruptly realizes that she has two legs rather than four. “The hell?!” She stares at herself, taking in the two legs, the fingered hands, and the strange lack of hair (except on her head). She’s … human?
She barely has time to register this shocking fact when a voice rings out in her ears. The Mistress? Doors? Confused, she looks up for the source of the voice, but is distracted when she spots the very thing the voice is talking about. There in front of her, is a pair of doors. She is transfixed, staring at the two pieces of wood. They’re unnatural, magical - she can almost feel the evil pulsating from them. And she has to choose?
She stands, shaking, unused to balancing on only two limbs. Her dark brown eyes peer intently at the doors again. The one on the left is dark and glowing. It unsettles her somehow, thought he doesn’t know why. And the one on the right …
She shudders. It’s dripping in something that looks like blood - reminding her of all the bloodshed she’s seen in the past year.
She immediately walks to black door, pausing in front of it, her hand frozen on the handle. What’s waiting for her on the other side? There’s no way to know.
She takes a deep breath, opens the door, and walks right through.
She’s in an alleyway. A cold, damp alleyway. The brick walks on either side of the alley are dark and slick with algae, and the sky above is a depressing shade of grey. On either end of alley she can see broken down, decrepit buildings and off to her left she can see an old, beat up dumpster. It’s so … boring. She cocks her head to the side, stumped. The door had creeped her out, and while the silence and emptiness are still unsettling, it’s no where near what she’d been expecting.
“What the hell are you doing?” Sidra freezes. The voice had barely been above a whisper, but she’d definitely heard it. Her eyes scan the alleyway, searching for any movement, but she can’t see anything. Then a hand appears from inside the dumpster and gestures at her. “What are you doing?! Get out of the open!”
Sidra cautiously makes her way over to the dumpster, and on her tip-toes peers in. A young man and a teenage girl peer back out at her. The man gestures angrily at her. “The fuck?! Do you want to get killed? Get in here!” Feeling bewildered, Sidra hoists herself up on the lip of the bin, and falls over the other side with an audible thump. “Shit! What’re you doing, they’ll hear you!”
Sidra settles into the corner of the bin, while the boy - older than her - peers over the edge of the bin. The girl - closer to Sidra’s age - eyes her with distrust. Now that she’s in the bin, she can get a better look at both of them, and neither of them look good. Both are covered in layers of grime and dirt, and their clothes are torn and full of holes. It’s impossible to tell what they would look like normally. Whatever they’ve been through, it hasn’t been good. “What the hell’s going on here? What are you guys talking about?”
The man looks back down at her, looking dumbfounded. “What do you mean what am I talking about? I mean the damn walkers!” Her confusion must have shown, because the man slips down the side of the bin, staring at her. “The zombies? The infected? Where the hell have you been?”
A noise echoes down the length of the alleyway, and both the girl and the man freeze. Then, ever so slowly, the man pulls himself up to peer over the edge of the bin. “Shit! They found us. We’re going to have to make a run for it Ella.” Then he glances at Sidra. “And you, whoever you are, if you value your life you’ll follow us.” Then without another word, he hoists himself over the edge of the bin and disappears, quickly followed by the girl ‘Ella.’
Sidra follows suite, poking her head out of the bin and throwing herself over the edge. She lands on the concrete with thud and pulls herself to her feet. Then she sees what the man was talking about. Far down at the end of the alley, a group of people is walking towards them. If they can be called people. Every single one of them is decomposing - their skin is grey, body parts are missing and even from where she’s standing in the centre of the alley, she can smell the rank stench of death. As she watches, they break into a run.
Behind her, the man’s voice yells out. “RUN OR DIE YOU IDIOT!” She doesn’t waste any more time. She turns and flees, following the man and Ella. She still doesn’t really know what they are, but she doesn’t want to stick around and find out more about these ‘walkers’ first hand. She has a feeling that it would be a less than pleasant experience.
She dashes around the corner, still following the two strangers. They run and run and run and run, around the corners of trashed buildings, around dead and broken down cars, over grass and plants growing through cracked pavement. Finally, they run around another corner, into another alley … into a dead end. There’s a single metal door at the end of the alley that the man rushes to and tries to open with no success. Other than their entrance, there’s no way out.
The three of them all turn at once, ready to head back for the exit, but they can hear the sound of feet thundering towards them. “Shit!” Sidra turns to look at them, and the man turns to his sister. “Ella, do you still have that skeleton key?” The girl nods, still mute, then runs to the door. As she fumbles with the lock, the sounds get louder and louder. Then suddenly, there they are. The horde of things (walkers? zombies?) races around the corner at alarming speed, and Sidra’s heart leaps into her throat. “ELLA HURRY!” The scrabbling at the door grows more frantic, but the things are getting closer. The man glances back at the teen, then looks back at the things and groans. “Ella sweetie, you get that door open and lock it behind you. Don’t wait for me.” He glances at Sidra. “Don’t let her come after me. I’m going to buy you guys some time.” Sidra gasps. “What?!” He grimaces, then sets his face. “You heard me. Help her.” Sidra can hear the girl burst into tears behind her, but the fiddling with the door continues. Sidra watches in astonishment and horror as the man runs at the creatures, yelling aloud. He’s soon overwhelmed, but the beasts stop, occupied with … Sidra turns away, she can’t watch.
She remembers the girl and rushes to her just as the door clicks open. The girl hesitates, looking back at the man, but Sidra shoves her through. As she turns and looks the door behind her, she can hear the girl sob and whisper, “oh god Steven, oh god.”
She’s felt listless and without purpose since the raid, spending her days roaming about Beqanna without any destination in mind. She feels worthless, ashamed. She’d been utterly useless in the fight against the Chamber, succeeding only in falling on her ass and obtaining a number of nasty looking burn scars on her legs. She hadn’t been able to protect her mother. She hadn’t even been able to protect herself.
She finds it hard to stay in the Gates some days now, often spending many of her nights hidden away in the meadow. This night is no different, and it’s with a small sigh that she settles in to a small patch of trees on the quiet side of the meadow. She feels exhausted, numb. That spark of wildness that had once driven her mother so crazy is mostly extinguished. As she settles in for the night, she secretly wishes she was somewhere else - some alternate world where the Chamber raid never happened, where her mother was never kidnapped and her brother and father had never disappeared. But she knows it’s just wishful thinking.
She never expects it to actually happen.
When she wakes up the light has changed. It takes her a moment to adjust, her eyes blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights. “Whaa …?” She’s in a room? She moves to stand up, and abruptly realizes that she has two legs rather than four. “The hell?!” She stares at herself, taking in the two legs, the fingered hands, and the strange lack of hair (except on her head). She’s … human?
She barely has time to register this shocking fact when a voice rings out in her ears. The Mistress? Doors? Confused, she looks up for the source of the voice, but is distracted when she spots the very thing the voice is talking about. There in front of her, is a pair of doors. She is transfixed, staring at the two pieces of wood. They’re unnatural, magical - she can almost feel the evil pulsating from them. And she has to choose?
She stands, shaking, unused to balancing on only two limbs. Her dark brown eyes peer intently at the doors again. The one on the left is dark and glowing. It unsettles her somehow, thought he doesn’t know why. And the one on the right …
She shudders. It’s dripping in something that looks like blood - reminding her of all the bloodshed she’s seen in the past year.
She immediately walks to black door, pausing in front of it, her hand frozen on the handle. What’s waiting for her on the other side? There’s no way to know.
She takes a deep breath, opens the door, and walks right through.
She’s in an alleyway. A cold, damp alleyway. The brick walks on either side of the alley are dark and slick with algae, and the sky above is a depressing shade of grey. On either end of alley she can see broken down, decrepit buildings and off to her left she can see an old, beat up dumpster. It’s so … boring. She cocks her head to the side, stumped. The door had creeped her out, and while the silence and emptiness are still unsettling, it’s no where near what she’d been expecting.
“What the hell are you doing?” Sidra freezes. The voice had barely been above a whisper, but she’d definitely heard it. Her eyes scan the alleyway, searching for any movement, but she can’t see anything. Then a hand appears from inside the dumpster and gestures at her. “What are you doing?! Get out of the open!”
Sidra cautiously makes her way over to the dumpster, and on her tip-toes peers in. A young man and a teenage girl peer back out at her. The man gestures angrily at her. “The fuck?! Do you want to get killed? Get in here!” Feeling bewildered, Sidra hoists herself up on the lip of the bin, and falls over the other side with an audible thump. “Shit! What’re you doing, they’ll hear you!”
Sidra settles into the corner of the bin, while the boy - older than her - peers over the edge of the bin. The girl - closer to Sidra’s age - eyes her with distrust. Now that she’s in the bin, she can get a better look at both of them, and neither of them look good. Both are covered in layers of grime and dirt, and their clothes are torn and full of holes. It’s impossible to tell what they would look like normally. Whatever they’ve been through, it hasn’t been good. “What the hell’s going on here? What are you guys talking about?”
The man looks back down at her, looking dumbfounded. “What do you mean what am I talking about? I mean the damn walkers!” Her confusion must have shown, because the man slips down the side of the bin, staring at her. “The zombies? The infected? Where the hell have you been?”
A noise echoes down the length of the alleyway, and both the girl and the man freeze. Then, ever so slowly, the man pulls himself up to peer over the edge of the bin. “Shit! They found us. We’re going to have to make a run for it Ella.” Then he glances at Sidra. “And you, whoever you are, if you value your life you’ll follow us.” Then without another word, he hoists himself over the edge of the bin and disappears, quickly followed by the girl ‘Ella.’
Sidra follows suite, poking her head out of the bin and throwing herself over the edge. She lands on the concrete with thud and pulls herself to her feet. Then she sees what the man was talking about. Far down at the end of the alley, a group of people is walking towards them. If they can be called people. Every single one of them is decomposing - their skin is grey, body parts are missing and even from where she’s standing in the centre of the alley, she can smell the rank stench of death. As she watches, they break into a run.
Behind her, the man’s voice yells out. “RUN OR DIE YOU IDIOT!” She doesn’t waste any more time. She turns and flees, following the man and Ella. She still doesn’t really know what they are, but she doesn’t want to stick around and find out more about these ‘walkers’ first hand. She has a feeling that it would be a less than pleasant experience.
She dashes around the corner, still following the two strangers. They run and run and run and run, around the corners of trashed buildings, around dead and broken down cars, over grass and plants growing through cracked pavement. Finally, they run around another corner, into another alley … into a dead end. There’s a single metal door at the end of the alley that the man rushes to and tries to open with no success. Other than their entrance, there’s no way out.
The three of them all turn at once, ready to head back for the exit, but they can hear the sound of feet thundering towards them. “Shit!” Sidra turns to look at them, and the man turns to his sister. “Ella, do you still have that skeleton key?” The girl nods, still mute, then runs to the door. As she fumbles with the lock, the sounds get louder and louder. Then suddenly, there they are. The horde of things (walkers? zombies?) races around the corner at alarming speed, and Sidra’s heart leaps into her throat. “ELLA HURRY!” The scrabbling at the door grows more frantic, but the things are getting closer. The man glances back at the teen, then looks back at the things and groans. “Ella sweetie, you get that door open and lock it behind you. Don’t wait for me.” He glances at Sidra. “Don’t let her come after me. I’m going to buy you guys some time.” Sidra gasps. “What?!” He grimaces, then sets his face. “You heard me. Help her.” Sidra can hear the girl burst into tears behind her, but the fiddling with the door continues. Sidra watches in astonishment and horror as the man runs at the creatures, yelling aloud. He’s soon overwhelmed, but the beasts stop, occupied with … Sidra turns away, she can’t watch.
She remembers the girl and rushes to her just as the door clicks open. The girl hesitates, looking back at the man, but Sidra shoves her through. As she turns and looks the door behind her, she can hear the girl sob and whisper, “oh god Steven, oh god.”
Sidra
the wild child of jason x fiasko
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