Michibear
Michi
((I am fine with any pairing. If MxF solely then doubling is required, otherwise it can be any pairing such as MxF with FxF or MxM. Please be able to post at least 5 to 6 paragraphs total. More is better, but always quality over quantity. I do need material to work with though.))
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It all happened so fast. There was no time to react. Michelle was bitten before she even realized she was bitten. She screamed and began to cry. Her thoughts were going to her brother, who would now be left alone in this chaos filled world when she turned into one of those creatures. At the same time she knew this meant her death. She had always been terrified of dying, even before the dead walked. She could not handle these thoughts at the moment.
Laughter was heard faintly in the distance. Two figures were standing far away. The two laughing were from a local gang that had formed after the world went downhill. The gang did not usually accept outside people unless they proved to be an immediate benefit. Outsiders who were not accepted were disposed of in various ways. This time it was to be eaten or bitten by the dead.
Both methods were a death sentence in the end. One was quicker, while the other was slower. One didn’t give you too long to consider what was happening, while the other gave you twenty-four hours to mull over what was going to happen. Though there was one similarity, both had no way to change the outcome.
Alexander was barely handling the two zombies attacking him when he heard Michelle scream. He glanced over and saw the bite would on her forearm. He could see blood trickling down her arm. This sight enraged him and scared him at the same time. He used the rush of adrenaline flowing through his veins to bash the zombies in the head. He managed to make his way to his sister then killed the zombie that she was struggling with.
Alexander hugged his sister tightly, not wanting to let go. He did not want to accept what happened. He wanted to go back in time, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. He finally took her hand and the pair quickly ran off in the opposite direction of the figures. The figures had their backs turned as they were getting ready to leave. If not for this the figures would have chased after the twins and finished the job.
The two siblings did not know where they were going to go or what they were going to do, but they had to get out of this town. It might be their hometown, but obviously they were not welcome here.
Eventually the pair found a vehicle that wasn’t totaled or surrounded by inoperable vehicles. Luckily the keys were still in the car’s ignition, but this caused worry for the twins. What if the car had been left on? The battery could be dead or the gas tank empty. Either way, there was only one way to find out and it couldn’t do any harm trying. At worst, the two would have to continue looking.
Alexander sat down in the driver’s seat. He turned the key. At first, it did not want to start, but with one more try it came to life. The gas tank read almost full. This made both twins smile a bit, at least this would get them out of town.
Michelle situated herself in the passenger seat. She leaned against the door and began to cry as the reality of what occured was hitting her again. She glanced down at the bite on her forearm. She probably did not have long. A day was the most she had, or so she thought.
“Lets get somewhere peaceful so we can get this over with. I don’t want to lay to rest in this chaos.” She said to her brother, who was now maneuvering the car in between others. “Maybe the countryside would be good.” She said quietly, barely able to muster enough energy to say those last few words.
“A-Alright.” Her brother struggled to say. He did not want his sister to go. He did not want to talk like she had to go either. He knew the end was inevitable though. The two would make the best of what time they had left. Alexander did not know what he was going to do when she was gone. Maybe he could find a local group that he could convince he was worthwhile to take in, or just survive alone after what just occurred.
~~~One week later~~~
Michelle and Alexander could not believe it. It had already been a week. Michelle was still alive. There weren’t even any signs showing that she was bitten until today. The bite mark on her arm was no longer just red. The mark was turning black, which should have happened within a few hours. Underneath her eyes was slowly turning a gray color, as if she hadn’t gotten enough sleep lately. Her overall skin was getting paler. She was still hungry for food, no cravings for human flesh yet.
It was confusing. Why was she turning slowly? How long would it take to turn? Would she ever fully turn? Of course, she would, she felt it in her bones, but at this rate of progression she was having her doubts.
Over the last week the two siblings had found a new town. Alexander had drove each day until it was time to find shelter. Once the car was almost on a fourth of a tank he pulled over to scavenge for gas while Michelle looked for food and other supplies.
Michelle knew, or assumed, whatever she found would help her brother survive after she was gone. She found a few unopened water bottles and a box of snack packs in the back of a minivan. These must have been for kids who played sports before the apocalypse. Her assumption was based on the soccer and baseball equipment in the van. She took a couple pairs of knee pads, arm pads, and gloves. These could become useful to Alexander when she was gone. It would help protect him from bites and hopefully spare him the same fate as her. She also took a bat, incase her own bat was lost or damaged.
The pair were by a river now. They had parked the car nearby so they could keep an eye on it. They filled their canteens and the water bottles then loaded them into a duffel bag in the backseat of the car before they went back to wash off.
Michelle took off her bandage and cupped her opposite hand to get water, so she could pour it over her wound away from the water, just in case it could somehow contaminate it. There was no reason to endanger Alexander’s life or anyone else who would come to the river for water.
Once done, Michelle wrapped her bite in a new bandage. It was on her left forearm, near her elbow. Changing bandages was hard to do one-handed, but she had learned to do it. Sometimes her brother was busy scavenging or keeping on the lookout. She wondered if keeping the bite clean helped slow the spread, probably not, but it gave her hope. Still yet, she tried not to use too many bandages because she knew her fate was inevitable. The bandages would be more valuable to her brother later on.
Alexander had just finished cleaning himself. He would dip a rag into the water and rub dirt off. It was not the best option, but worked better than nothing. The twins couldn’t afford to be naked out in the open. Who knows what could come up. Abandoning clothes and finding new ones was something he wanted to avoid. The two already had enough to worry about in this life. He cleaned the rag the best he could then handed it to Michelle, who repeated what he did until she was done.
Afterwards, the two packed up. They were heading out. The pair had made it to the car when they heard a shot. Alexander was on the driver side and Michelle was on the passenger side. The sound came from the other side of the river. The siblings had not been looking in that direction until now.
There were two figures standing on the other side with weapons drawn, pointing towards the siblings. It was thankfully not the two from a week ago, which would have been weird and terrifying. Of course, this did not mean that these people weren’t just as dangerous.
Alexander cursed under his breath and whispered, “Not again.” The two did not have long range weapons, only melee type. “What do you want?” He shouted as loud as he dared because he did not want to draw unwanted attention from the dead that could possibly be nearby.
Alexander just wanted to get out of here and he was sure Michelle felt the same. Neither of them wanted to trust other humans anymore. Even if the people are the politest individuals you would meet, you run the risk of them turning against you. As well, people could consider others closer to them more important. It would be easier to not have to constantly hide Michelle’s bite from others.
Michelle looked at the two individuals across the river. She was terrified to say the least. Deep within she had a feeling of dread that felt like it was coming from across the river beyond the two strangers. It felt more dangerous than two alive humans. She couldn’t put her finger on what it was though. She glanced around the sides and behind the other two. She could see nothing within sight.
[If taken, I can repost if requested by PM]
It all happened so fast. There was no time to react. Michelle was bitten before she even realized she was bitten. She screamed and began to cry. Her thoughts were going to her brother, who would now be left alone in this chaos filled world when she turned into one of those creatures. At the same time she knew this meant her death. She had always been terrified of dying, even before the dead walked. She could not handle these thoughts at the moment.
Laughter was heard faintly in the distance. Two figures were standing far away. The two laughing were from a local gang that had formed after the world went downhill. The gang did not usually accept outside people unless they proved to be an immediate benefit. Outsiders who were not accepted were disposed of in various ways. This time it was to be eaten or bitten by the dead.
Both methods were a death sentence in the end. One was quicker, while the other was slower. One didn’t give you too long to consider what was happening, while the other gave you twenty-four hours to mull over what was going to happen. Though there was one similarity, both had no way to change the outcome.
Alexander was barely handling the two zombies attacking him when he heard Michelle scream. He glanced over and saw the bite would on her forearm. He could see blood trickling down her arm. This sight enraged him and scared him at the same time. He used the rush of adrenaline flowing through his veins to bash the zombies in the head. He managed to make his way to his sister then killed the zombie that she was struggling with.
Alexander hugged his sister tightly, not wanting to let go. He did not want to accept what happened. He wanted to go back in time, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. He finally took her hand and the pair quickly ran off in the opposite direction of the figures. The figures had their backs turned as they were getting ready to leave. If not for this the figures would have chased after the twins and finished the job.
The two siblings did not know where they were going to go or what they were going to do, but they had to get out of this town. It might be their hometown, but obviously they were not welcome here.
Eventually the pair found a vehicle that wasn’t totaled or surrounded by inoperable vehicles. Luckily the keys were still in the car’s ignition, but this caused worry for the twins. What if the car had been left on? The battery could be dead or the gas tank empty. Either way, there was only one way to find out and it couldn’t do any harm trying. At worst, the two would have to continue looking.
Alexander sat down in the driver’s seat. He turned the key. At first, it did not want to start, but with one more try it came to life. The gas tank read almost full. This made both twins smile a bit, at least this would get them out of town.
Michelle situated herself in the passenger seat. She leaned against the door and began to cry as the reality of what occured was hitting her again. She glanced down at the bite on her forearm. She probably did not have long. A day was the most she had, or so she thought.
“Lets get somewhere peaceful so we can get this over with. I don’t want to lay to rest in this chaos.” She said to her brother, who was now maneuvering the car in between others. “Maybe the countryside would be good.” She said quietly, barely able to muster enough energy to say those last few words.
“A-Alright.” Her brother struggled to say. He did not want his sister to go. He did not want to talk like she had to go either. He knew the end was inevitable though. The two would make the best of what time they had left. Alexander did not know what he was going to do when she was gone. Maybe he could find a local group that he could convince he was worthwhile to take in, or just survive alone after what just occurred.
~~~One week later~~~
Michelle and Alexander could not believe it. It had already been a week. Michelle was still alive. There weren’t even any signs showing that she was bitten until today. The bite mark on her arm was no longer just red. The mark was turning black, which should have happened within a few hours. Underneath her eyes was slowly turning a gray color, as if she hadn’t gotten enough sleep lately. Her overall skin was getting paler. She was still hungry for food, no cravings for human flesh yet.
It was confusing. Why was she turning slowly? How long would it take to turn? Would she ever fully turn? Of course, she would, she felt it in her bones, but at this rate of progression she was having her doubts.
Over the last week the two siblings had found a new town. Alexander had drove each day until it was time to find shelter. Once the car was almost on a fourth of a tank he pulled over to scavenge for gas while Michelle looked for food and other supplies.
Michelle knew, or assumed, whatever she found would help her brother survive after she was gone. She found a few unopened water bottles and a box of snack packs in the back of a minivan. These must have been for kids who played sports before the apocalypse. Her assumption was based on the soccer and baseball equipment in the van. She took a couple pairs of knee pads, arm pads, and gloves. These could become useful to Alexander when she was gone. It would help protect him from bites and hopefully spare him the same fate as her. She also took a bat, incase her own bat was lost or damaged.
The pair were by a river now. They had parked the car nearby so they could keep an eye on it. They filled their canteens and the water bottles then loaded them into a duffel bag in the backseat of the car before they went back to wash off.
Michelle took off her bandage and cupped her opposite hand to get water, so she could pour it over her wound away from the water, just in case it could somehow contaminate it. There was no reason to endanger Alexander’s life or anyone else who would come to the river for water.
Once done, Michelle wrapped her bite in a new bandage. It was on her left forearm, near her elbow. Changing bandages was hard to do one-handed, but she had learned to do it. Sometimes her brother was busy scavenging or keeping on the lookout. She wondered if keeping the bite clean helped slow the spread, probably not, but it gave her hope. Still yet, she tried not to use too many bandages because she knew her fate was inevitable. The bandages would be more valuable to her brother later on.
Alexander had just finished cleaning himself. He would dip a rag into the water and rub dirt off. It was not the best option, but worked better than nothing. The twins couldn’t afford to be naked out in the open. Who knows what could come up. Abandoning clothes and finding new ones was something he wanted to avoid. The two already had enough to worry about in this life. He cleaned the rag the best he could then handed it to Michelle, who repeated what he did until she was done.
Afterwards, the two packed up. They were heading out. The pair had made it to the car when they heard a shot. Alexander was on the driver side and Michelle was on the passenger side. The sound came from the other side of the river. The siblings had not been looking in that direction until now.
There were two figures standing on the other side with weapons drawn, pointing towards the siblings. It was thankfully not the two from a week ago, which would have been weird and terrifying. Of course, this did not mean that these people weren’t just as dangerous.
Alexander cursed under his breath and whispered, “Not again.” The two did not have long range weapons, only melee type. “What do you want?” He shouted as loud as he dared because he did not want to draw unwanted attention from the dead that could possibly be nearby.
Alexander just wanted to get out of here and he was sure Michelle felt the same. Neither of them wanted to trust other humans anymore. Even if the people are the politest individuals you would meet, you run the risk of them turning against you. As well, people could consider others closer to them more important. It would be easier to not have to constantly hide Michelle’s bite from others.
Michelle looked at the two individuals across the river. She was terrified to say the least. Deep within she had a feeling of dread that felt like it was coming from across the river beyond the two strangers. It felt more dangerous than two alive humans. She couldn’t put her finger on what it was though. She glanced around the sides and behind the other two. She could see nothing within sight.
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