Postmortem

[WantYourSoul]

@Victoria


No one noticed when the mental ward somewhere up in the northern Americas got ill. No one even noticed when the attendants and patients alike staggered out of the hospital doors. No one had the slightest clue how this virus occurred, or how rapidly it took hold of the victim's hippocampus and then the rest of the brain. Some assumed it was originally an airborne virus from some form of that incubated within the hippocampus for approximately 24 hours before what was originally an extreme hunger and lack of empathy becomes a full-out case of what pop culture refers to as zombism.


A month later, and d up to 4/5 of the world population had been killed.The air was heavy with the musk of stale blood and rotting flesh, the virus had spread to almost every country already and the death rolls were ever-mounting.


Jael was holding his small caliber pistol in one hand and holding a dirty red bandana over his mouth and nose with the other. He had heard rumours of a town unaffected, but when he arrived he was sorely mistaken. As soon as the dark skinned boy arrived at the town, he was spotted by a group of the undead, forcing him to hide in the closest shelter he could find.


The house was small and had two zombies within, but it was otherwise a good temporary shelter with canned goods and shuttered windows. Jael mops his sweaty brow and explores the house further, in need of a bed he could crash on. He didn't intend to find any more than the zombies within.

 

[Victoria]

Clary had been hiding away in the same building for about 2 weeks now. It was a tiny apartment building with a couple of rooms. The supply was running short and all that was left was 3 cans of fruit. She was terrified realizing that she would have to step out into the world again. She gripped onto her large kitchen knife. It had been her only weapon for this whole month. She felt weak and began to cry, what was she going to do and more important where was she gonna go. Her parents were the first to go in her life when it all started, but she doesn't like to think or talk about it.


She felt as if she was going insane with the thought of isolation and being completely alone overcoming her. She got up and dusted off her legs. She went over and turned on the radio, the same message was playing as it has been since this thing has began. "Stay indoors and lock all possible ways of entrances, This is not a test. Stay away from anyone who looks sick or who may be infected." She stays quiet and listens to the repetitive ladies voice for 30 minutes until she heard someone outside. She rushed to the window and opened it, the air was cold and had the smell of chemicals and flesh.She heard a gunshot and quietly flinched. "It was another person!" she thought.The gunshot came from a building a little ways away. She was excited for once. If there was someone else here maybe they had food or a camp somewhere near by. She closed the window and quickly packed her things which consisted of a few clothes she had found in the house, her kitchen knife and her cellphone in the hopes of it ever getting better she kept it.


She knew she was going to head out in the morning for food and maybe a chance of finding this person. She lied down on the twin sized bed for around 2 hours thinking. She wanted to leave now and find out who it was, but she wasn't stupid and knew if she went out there now she would be completely screwed. She buried herself under the covers and eventually went to sleep.

 

[WantYourSoul]

Jael was never one to be cooped up in places, be it his ditching classes to sneaking out of his home at night.


As he lay in the one bed that wasn't soiled with blood or an unidentifiable but smelly substance, memories surface of his family.


They had all lived in a suburb, but his parents thought going to a military refugee camp was better. The night he heard of this, he grabbed the gun his father pretended they didn't own and threw whatever rations he saw into his bag. He left with the bag and the clothes on his back.


He was lucky to have survived, disappearing so rashly and not thinking to conserve his ammunition. It's likely he survived on pure luck alone. His thoughts are ceased when he finally falls into an uneasy sleep.


Waking up suddenly for no reason is how many survivors end up, Jael included. Once awake there was no turning back, and Jael spent the rest of the night pacing the house and rummaging through cupboards and the like for food and supplies until light. From what he could find, an elderly person had lived there. Dried prunes, some suspicious pain medication and a bag of hard candy were all that he had found that hadn't grown a lovely layer of fur from going bad. He brushes down his baggy camo pants and buttons up his stupid leather jacket, preparing to head outside. His jacket made him look like a total douche, but what boy would turn down a biker jacket with spikes on the shoulders and everything? Definitely not Jael.

 

[Victoria]

She dreamed. Dreamed about her family like she did almost every night. It was the fourth of July 4th and her, her sister and parents were all laying on a blanket in the park gazing above at the fireworks overhead. People cheered. She felt happy as if nothing could go wrong. It was the greatest feeling shes had in weeks even though she knew it was just a dream. After the fireworks they went into there van and got home. Seeing here home again was an amazing feeling. The brick house in the middle of the woods with only a few neighbors. She ran into the house greeted by the big black lab Nene. She hugged her until it was as if she was chocking her. Nene went a lied on the couch.


Clary trailed through the house. Everything in it's place as it was left. She turned around to see Iris, her sister. Blood was trailing down her face, she looked scared. " I'VE BEEN BITTEN." Iris is screaming at Clary. "SOMETHINGS WRONG!"


Clary wakes. She springs up and begins to hyperventilate. She tried to calm herself down by counting. "1...2....3....4.....5." she goes to 50 and stops. Her heart rate is down. It's still dark in the room. The sun with rising and the sky was turning to a light pink and orange. It was peaceful outside. The only noise you could here was the moaning of the undead. So not the peaceful you'd imagine before this all happened. Her feet hit the cold wooden floor. and jumped back on the bed, opened her back pack and got some fuzzy socks. Getting up and getting dressed as fast as she could. Wearing her large "nothing special" Black zip up jacket, jeans, and some leather boots. Clary put the backpack over her shoulders and took out the knife. Her hands got sweaty as she was gripping on to her knife.


Opening the door ever so slightly she slides out. No one in the hallway just flipped over furniture chairs and rubbish. Slowly going down the stairs. CREEAAAAKKKKKK. 'Shit." Suddenly a zombie appeared from the downstairs and started to run after Clary. She began to run back up the stairs until she turned around and stabbed the zombie in the skull. Even after all the zombies she has killed it still shocks and frightens her every time.

 

[WantYourSoul]

Jael was outside now, his unruly black hair was flattened on one side due to bed head. This boy seriously needs a brush and a nice shower to clean the grim off of his skin. His mother was black and his father was native, giving him that mixed race look and a strong spirituality. Tying his bandana around his head to keep his hair from falling into his brown eyes, Jael turns the safety off of his little gun in case a zombie appears. He had seen the telltale sign of a store or restaurant of some sort while he was pacing the house, and he planned on going there. Of course, he was crouched behind some garbage cans to not be so easily noticed by the undead's milky gaze. He gazes around the neighbourhood and at the undead littering the streets. Once he raided that store and any other ones he can find and ransack, he's leaving. Jael has always been fond of smaller towns, even before it meant there were less bloodthirsty creatures attempting to eat you at every corner.


He needed to wait for an overweight zombie to pass by, blood painted pearls still dangling from it's neck. He needed to cross the street to get to the path he was intending to take, east to where he saw the towering sign that was illegible in the dark. Once he was clear, Jael had power-sprinted across the street and practically somersaulted into hiding in an apartment building across the street.


He really needed a knife or something, so he might as well check the bottom floor apartment while he's here. There weren't any undead hanging around in the lobby, and while the door was locked, a swift kick opened it right up. There were two festering corpses on the ground and Jael gags from the stench. They must have starved... Or the knife sticking out of one of the rotting corpse's head might be an indicator.


Tiptoeing around one corpse, he balances one foot on the corpse's shoulder and tears the knife out with a sickening sound. The reverberations of the body's head hitting the floor must have woken up the other one, as it begins hissing and sitting up. Jael jumps back and makes an admittedly pathetic noise of fear. Glancing down at the gore-encrusted blade, he awkwardly stabs the thing as it was struggling to rise to it's feet. Jael was luckily unharmed. It's a good thing no one heard that squeal of terror though.

 

[Victoria]

Clary stood with a blank expression on her face as the zombie stumbled onto the ground with a hard crack and thud. She than hid in the closest room she could find after hearing more zombies downstairs. It ranked, at least the other room she stayed in was a little bit more cleaner. "Stop being so weak." Clary said to herself. She couldn't stand the fact that she could be the only one alive in this world and she was this scared. Anyone else would be a badass fighter, trying to fight for there life. And there was her, she was huddled in a nasty room about to cry. She couldn't continue to be like this any longer. She stood up and brushed her brown hair to the side, it was so greasy she never realized it.


Slowly she opened the door and walked down the stairs. She was down to the lobby and heard something, a squeal? She quickly hid behind the lobby desk. The lobby was very bare, the floor was a cheap red carpeting which didn't hide the very noticeable dark red blood stains. There was a rustling that quickly alerted Clary that she was not alone. Out of the corner of her eye she say a man. Clearly a different ethnicity than her, he looked tired and dirty, he had a gun. She couldn't face him, he could shoot her and they'd be it, it would be over which she thought was not a that bad of an idea at this point.


She stood up and headed for him. Her knife clearly out, "Who are you?" He turned without saying a word." Are you infected?"