Intelligence

[Idyllia]

Giselle Lange

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Giselle sauntered over to one of her apartment's windows and lifted it open, smiling at the beautiful day. Chicago is known for it's crazy weather patterns. The sunbeams gently hit her face as she gave a small smile to the beautiful trees and scenery. She was lucky that she got an apartment room with such a gorgeous view. Backing away from the window, she decided to turn on the TV so it can be used as background noise. Giselle absolutely hated it when it was completely quiet.


She was pacing back and forth deciding on what to do today when a newscaster's voice boomed throughout the room. "Attention," he said in a grim voice. "There has been a freak incident today in the Chicago area. A man aged thirty-four attacked another man, aged fourty-one. The thirty-four year old had bitten him in the shoulder and face area. Police are determining the cause while trying to capture this foul creature."


Giselle gawked at the television screen. This reminded her of zombies, but it was mostly likely some bum on some crazy drugs. The man looked quite normal though, he seemed as if he were walking and talking okay. She shrugged, pulling out her phone.


Hey, Dylan! Did you hear about that attack in our area? I know you're at work right now, but I'll come visit during your break. Garrett's popcorn, right?


She hit send and started her 'morning ready' routine. Giselle laughed, as she sounded like those makeup guru YouTubers.

 

[Sugar]

Emile


The rumble of the engine of Emile's bike was soothing. Harley's were something Emile had liked since a child, and now, he owned one. Little plebs of concrete smashed against his whole body, yet it didn't really hurt. Leather jackets really did help when riding motorbikes, it removed a lot of the winds resistance and overall gave much more better protection and comfort than a sturdy sweater. The streets were surprisingly empty though, not something that he would like to complain to, since a simple crash on a bike and no matter what helmet you're using it's more than sure you'll end up slit in half. Emile stopped at the red light, and started shifting stations, before hearing a Amber-esque alert voice. "There has been a freak incident today in the Chicago area. A man aged thirty-four attacked another man, aged fourty-one. The thirty-four year old had bitten him in the shoulder and face area. Police are determining the cause while trying to capture this foul creature." the voice quite creepily said, even if it was coming from a robots voice.


This event reminded him of the Miami incident, where the man got the entire flesh of his face ripped off by another mans teeth, quickly informed it was under the usage of bath salts, it calmed him down. This event didn't seem that more different, so he ignored it. He quickly stopped in a coffee shop, of course, what other than lesser know Starbucks, a sarcastic remark of course. Get a coffee for the price of a whole meal, yet he kept going there, maybe it was because of the fact of ice cold cappuccinos and free wi-fi, but he liked it.


In the big plasma TV, there was the same news as earlier, yet over more inspection of the footage that was being broadcasted, it seemed much more abnormal, the man seemed to be walking fine and quickly snapepd and proceeded to brutally attack the innocent man. He took a sip from his recently arrived ice cold drink, and kept staring, pondering about what the hell was in that mans brain, might as well be a mental disorder, but that didn't see at all normal. Strange.

 

[RosateNena]

"There has been a freak incident today in the Chicago area. A man aged thirty-four attacked another man, aged fourty-one. The thirty-four year old had bitten him in the shoulder and face area. Police are determining the cause while trying to capture this foul creature." Those were the first words Dylan heard as she walked into the break room to clock in. Her attention immediately went to the small TV placed on the granite counter, and she was confused by what she saw. The first man seemed quite normal, but everybody always has something to hide. Deciding to leave it for now, she quickly glances at her phone before starting the day, and sees a text from her best friend Giselle.


"Just heard about the incident. Pretty crazy, huh?"


"And, yeah. Same place and time for almost a month now, yeah?"





After sending the two texts, Dylan clocks in, and mentally prepares herself for what the day has to offer.

 

[Idyllia]

Giselle Lange

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Giselle glanced down at her text messages and smiled. She hadn't gone out and interacted with her friends in a while, and she surely missed Dylan. She proceeded to make breakfast for herself. Many sizzling aromas and butter adventures later, she was finished with her food and decided to get ready for the day. It doesn't hurt to change and fix yourself early in the day! She whipped on some clothes and did a fairly easy half-up, half-down hairstyle which involved braids.

Spoiler

She put one contact in as she heard commotion outside. "What the hell is going on?" she inquired aloud to herself, as people's screams filled the apartment building. Giselle hurriedly shoved her other contact in her eye and peeked out the door's peephole.


Families were running out of the building, screaming and calling the police on their phones. Soon enough, a man that Giselle used to see many times passing by in my building walked in front of my door and started banging on it, causing Giselle to leap backwards. The burly male had blood around his mouth and splattered on his clothes.


She slowly creeped back to the couch the main room and texted Dylan. Dylan. DYLAN! After this freak leaves I'm going immediately to Garrett's. I don't feel safe here. As she hit send, the banging on the door ceased, and Giselle grabbed a backpack and shoved her eyeglasses, a few clothes, and money. There was no way she would be staying in an apartment complex with murderers that were probably on some kind of drugs.

 

[RosateNena]

Dylan was bustling around the room, trying to serve as many customers as she could. Garret Popcorn was always a very popular place in the Chicago area, which means it payed pretty decently. She moved fast as her body allowed her to, all while she tried not to mess up any of the orders.


"Hey Dill Pickle, I need you to work the register now." Dylan looked up to see her manager giving her an expectant look, and she quickly obliged.


While walking to the counter, she kept her head down. "Hello and Welcome to Garret Pop-" She immediately closed her mouth when she looked up and saw her brother, Max. The two smiled at each other, and he walked to the backroom to wait- it was a little routine they had. Max would always come and wait for Dylan's break to start, which usually left him stranded for about an hour. He came so often, that Dylan's manager told him that he could just wait in the break room, rather than getting in the way of potential customers.


As Max sat down in the small plastic chair, he wondered if Giselle would finally stop by. The two siblings haven't seen her in a while, but they still interacted with her. He decided to send her a quick text saying, "Hey. Will you maybe drop by today?"

 

[Idyllia]

Giselle Lange

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Giselle held on to the backpack tightly and slowly crept out of her apartment room. The bloody, rabid man wasn't present anymore, but the apartment building was lacking any other source of life. Everyone must have bolted out of the situation. It was quiet, leaving a scary aura. Giselle stepped down the stairs, careful to not make any sound to attract any killers. She stepped around various blood-pools, horrified at the precarious situation this apartment building has found itself in.


Finally getting down to the first floor, Giselle heard some noises. Voices. The voice sounded like a lost, drunken man. "Hello? Is there anyone... Anyone here...?" The speech was slurred, but still very understandable. Giselle crept and took a nice look at the man. He was the same one covered in blood that was pounding on her door earlier.


"Anyone?" He repeated. After a few seconds, he proceeded to walk out of the building- that is, until Giselle received a text. Her phone emitted a loud, bell noise. The male turned around and started walking towards Giselle.


"Aw fuck!" She whispered as she ran backwards. There had to be a back way out of this damn apartment building.


The man spotted her long, chocolate brown hair flowing as she ran and he started chasing her. "Hey, you!" He shouted as he sprinted towards her. Giselle held back her screams as she found a side door to exit the building.


As soon as she emerged from the building, she got into a cab and started heading to Garrett's Popcorn. Giselle peered down at the text that got her in a dangerous situation.


Yep, stopping by right now. Need to talk. Scared.


That was all she could muster up with her shaking fingers.

 

[RosateNena]

Max's phone lit up, telling him that Giselle had replied. Who else would be texting him? He didn't really have many friends these days... He really only had his sister and Giselle for now, and he was okay with that. There was also Emile, but Max didn't really know him as well as Dylan did.


Opening the message, his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

Recipient

me

Hey. Will you maybe drop by today?

them

Yep. Stopping by right now. Need to talk. Scared.

me

Alright? Well, Dylan should be getting on her break in about ten minutes. It'll be nice to see you again.

me

Oh and, have you heard from Emile lately? Guess I should check on him every once in a while...

(Did the text thing work?)


FUCK YEAH IT DID

 

[Idyllia]

Giselle Lange

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Giselle's taxi cab came to a complete stop and she hurriedly thanked the driver and flung money at him. She needed to talk to her friends about today's events. Her phone went off two more times, she could just talk to Max and Dylan about it in person since she was already there. Bursting through the door, she spotted her friend Dylan manning the cash register. "Yo, Dylan! Come find Max and I when you get on break," Giselle shouted, gaining stares by some strangers waiting in line.


She made her way to the break room, where the friends usually meet up. Sitting next to Max in a plastic, creaky chair, she gave him a worrisome look. "The craziest thing just happened to me. Have you seen the news this morning? Well, apparently there's more than that one crazy, cannibalistic guy. There was one in my apartment building," Giselle was gasping for air as she spoke.

 

[RosateNena]

Max kept glancing at his phone as he waited for his friend to reply. He was so focused on the device, that he didn't even hear Giselle's loud outburst. It wasn't until she ran into the room- giving Max quite the fright- that he realized that she was alright. As soon as she sat down, she immediately ran through a mini speech. Max managed to keep up, but it wasn't easy.


"Hey there, slow down," Max said as he placed a hand on Giselle's shoulder, "That was quite the speech there, but why don't you wait until Dylan gets here to explain the full story. I'm pretty sure it would be tiring to explain it twice. Wait, scratch that. Where in the hell is Emile?"


As if on cue, Dylan walked in and sat in the last remaining seat. "Sorry for being a little MIA. It's a real busy workplace, and I just can't find the time to check my phone. So, what's going on?" She then sat back, and put her feet on Giselle's lap. She then looked around and asked, "Where's Emile?" This caused Max to jump into a mini fit of laughter.

 

[Idyllia]

Giselle Lange

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Giselle groaned. "Stop taking this as if it's not serious! I bet something really crazy is going on," she sighed, as Dylan placed her feet on Giselle's lap. "I have no idea where Emile is. If you guys want to know so badly, just call or text him idiots." She then hit Max's arm and gave him a serious look.


"Guys, I'm really worried though. That was some scary shit. I mean, come on. Maybe we have real life zombies!" Giselle almost scoffed at her own words, but that's exactly how she felt at that moment. As soon as she finished the sentence, screaming emerged from outside the break room. Giselle bolted up and looked outside to see what was wrong, and boy she did regret that. A woman has just been mortally wounded by the male next to her. His teeth was latched onto the side of her face as she screamed for help. Everyone scattered.


Giselle turned to her friends, tears welling up in her eyes. "Check this out! We have to go. Let's meet Emile somewhere or something and get the hell out of this city."

 

[RosateNena]

The siblings almost burst into a raging fit of laughter at Giselle's words, that is, until they heard an awful scream coming from the store. Giselle jumped from her seat, leaving Dylan's feet to fall to the floor. She let out a groan, and took a peek outside with Max- only to immediately regret it. They saw an innocent woman being attacked by a man who seemed quite normal only minutes prior.


Dylan and Max were absolutely astonished, and Giselle sounded as if she was underwater to the both of them. They knew exactly what she was saying though, and she was telling them to run. They turned her words into actions, as they bolted out of the back door. Hoping Giselle was right behind them, they called a cab over and jumped in. Dylan pulled out her phone and sent Emile a quick text.

Emile

me

Meet me at my place. Don't ask, just hurry.

 

[Sugar]

Emile

Sip trough sip of the cold cappuccino, he could feel the ambient slowly grow tenser and tenser, probably because of the fact there was what appeared to be a new drug in the market which made humans viciously kill each other, luckily he always carried a handgun, it's legal, or if it wasn't he really didn't care. He then felt a slight rumble in his right pocket, quickly grabbing his phone and checking the text, rolling his eyes and heading to his bike, getting on and turning on the engine, giving a quick glance at the store before quickly vanishing to Dylan's.

Dylan

them

Meet me at my place. Don't ask, just hurry.

 

[Idyllia]

Giselle Lange

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Giselle hopped into the cab, watching the many people scramble as they run for their lives. "What the fuck is going on?" Giselle murmured, variations of the sentence have slipped her mouth many times today. She would've never thought something this drastic would happen. This thing has been spreading street to street, someone had to contain it quickly before it became nationwide- or worse, worldwide. Giselle gasped as she saw a group of people going off and basically mauling a bunch of passerbyers. There was blood shed around every corner.


Turning away, she cried onto one of her friend's chests. She couldn't handle any more deaths. Sure, Giselle lived in Chicago and the crime rates there are pretty beastly, but nothing ever like this. People eating each other? Gnawing in broad daylight? Jesus, at least take them home and chop them up in a little gourmet stew.

 

[RosateNena]

Max was deep into thought, that is, until Giselle clung onto him. Max was both confused and terrified at first, but he didn't say anything about it- he simply just wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to give some type of comfort. This was something pretty foreign to Max, but it actually liked it.


Nobody said a word throughout the entire ride, but it was uncomfortable. Their minds were all restless, and the sight that was just outside the window left them at a loss for words. The first incident seemed pretty crazy, but now it's just mind-blowing. Nobody thought that one man could start something as horrific as this. 'What even is the cause of this?" Dylan thought.


Turning her head, she saw her two closest companions in one tangled mess. It put an immediate smile on her face, along with a little chuckle. They both quickly died though, once the cab stopped in front of Dylan and Max's apartment complex.


Taking a quick glance outside, Dylan didn't see Emile's bike. Hoping he might have parked in the back, she and Max ran towards the entrance. They didn't even have to look to know that Giselle was close by as they ran up the stairs. The two siblings were not going to wait for an elevator right now.


Once they reached their apartments, Dylan and Max had split up. As he ran to gather his belongings, she ran to get hers. Dylan also left the door open, hoping that Emile would soon show his face.