Everlasting<3
The Lovelorn Princess
The government has conducted an experiment in one of many labs found in the U.S, in Nevada something went very wrong. When the experiment was being preformed, the scientists had created an airborne disease that turned living, breathing humans into mindless, living dead zombies. The small town that was once so lively and well is now run down and nearly completely destroyed from the turmoil of the apocalypse. People are dead, others are undead, but the ones that hold all of the power are the ones who are alive and fighting. These few people basically have the fate of the world on their shoulders. Since you've come this far, I presume you're one of them.
Let's get started then, shall we?
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Brushing a lock of hair away from her eyes, nineteen year old Scarlet Kring walked along the broken streets of a place she was once proud to call her home town. Oddly enough, the female had not seen a decent sized horde in what seemed like forever, though, that was more or less a good thing; for herself, at least. Not many buildings were still intact do to the past residents who thought blowing buildings up to get rid of the living dead was a good idea. A few small houses, a couple apartment buildings and about half a dozen stores still stood in decent shape.
A thumping sound caught the female's attention, she averted her gaze in the direction of the sound. A small, blue tinted house seemed to be the only thing intact in that particular area and it sparked her interest. Scarlet furrowed her brows as she cautiously made her way towards the small house, the sound getting louder with each step she took. Reaching over her shoulder, she readied her gun and opened the small white door slowly and carefully, trying to make the least amount of noise as she could.
Entering the house, Scarlet could hear the thumping coming from the room next to the entry way of the house. Poking her head around the corner she caught sight of a small girl, she couldn't have been older than about four or five years old. The small child was bathing in the blood of someone else, as she wasn't battered herself. In her hands was a head, probably the source of the immense amount of blood in the room, staining the walls, floor and furniture. The head was one of a woman with long hair, which the child was gripping as she knocked the head on the floor in a steady beat, like a metronome. The decapitated woman's eyes were tinted yellow, she had probably been dead for about a week or so; turning away from the scene with her back against the wall that separated the rooms, Scarlet closed her eyes as that was the most disturbing thing she had seen so far, other than the incident that happened when hell broke loose.
It wasn't long before the zombie child caught Scarlet's scent, the thumping was replaced by dull footsteps. Backing up, giving herself some room to shoot, Scarlet cocked her gun and closed one eye, ready to aim and fire when necessary. The small girl came around the corner and there was no doubt she wasn't a little girl anymore, the color of it's skin and it's eyes gave it away more than anything (other than the fact it had just been playing with the head of what Scarlet determined to be was it's mother). Scarlet shot her once in the stomach, barely having any effect on the zombie child, she shot it once more in the head. It seemed that was enough to take it's (second) life, however, just to make sure, Scarlet shot it just one last time to assure it's death. There was only one more thing for her to do in that house; walking slowly into the room where the dismembered woman was, Scarlet knelt down and adjusted her gloves before closing the eyes of the woman. With that, the brunette slung her gun across her back and quietly walked out of the small house, onto the sad streets.
Let's get started then, shall we?
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Brushing a lock of hair away from her eyes, nineteen year old Scarlet Kring walked along the broken streets of a place she was once proud to call her home town. Oddly enough, the female had not seen a decent sized horde in what seemed like forever, though, that was more or less a good thing; for herself, at least. Not many buildings were still intact do to the past residents who thought blowing buildings up to get rid of the living dead was a good idea. A few small houses, a couple apartment buildings and about half a dozen stores still stood in decent shape.
A thumping sound caught the female's attention, she averted her gaze in the direction of the sound. A small, blue tinted house seemed to be the only thing intact in that particular area and it sparked her interest. Scarlet furrowed her brows as she cautiously made her way towards the small house, the sound getting louder with each step she took. Reaching over her shoulder, she readied her gun and opened the small white door slowly and carefully, trying to make the least amount of noise as she could.
Entering the house, Scarlet could hear the thumping coming from the room next to the entry way of the house. Poking her head around the corner she caught sight of a small girl, she couldn't have been older than about four or five years old. The small child was bathing in the blood of someone else, as she wasn't battered herself. In her hands was a head, probably the source of the immense amount of blood in the room, staining the walls, floor and furniture. The head was one of a woman with long hair, which the child was gripping as she knocked the head on the floor in a steady beat, like a metronome. The decapitated woman's eyes were tinted yellow, she had probably been dead for about a week or so; turning away from the scene with her back against the wall that separated the rooms, Scarlet closed her eyes as that was the most disturbing thing she had seen so far, other than the incident that happened when hell broke loose.
It wasn't long before the zombie child caught Scarlet's scent, the thumping was replaced by dull footsteps. Backing up, giving herself some room to shoot, Scarlet cocked her gun and closed one eye, ready to aim and fire when necessary. The small girl came around the corner and there was no doubt she wasn't a little girl anymore, the color of it's skin and it's eyes gave it away more than anything (other than the fact it had just been playing with the head of what Scarlet determined to be was it's mother). Scarlet shot her once in the stomach, barely having any effect on the zombie child, she shot it once more in the head. It seemed that was enough to take it's (second) life, however, just to make sure, Scarlet shot it just one last time to assure it's death. There was only one more thing for her to do in that house; walking slowly into the room where the dismembered woman was, Scarlet knelt down and adjusted her gloves before closing the eyes of the woman. With that, the brunette slung her gun across her back and quietly walked out of the small house, onto the sad streets.