Richard watched the world collapse in front of his eyes. Behind the boarded window, he was safe. But in his mind, he was still amid the chaos.
A scream ripped through the cool night air as another one of their group members was torn from their ranks and thrown to the ground, to be devoured by the horrifying things known to them as monsters. Richard ran as hard as he could, along with the rest of the group as they fled from the oncoming horde. Tears streamed down his face as he thought of the dead and dying, loved ones and complete strangers. All dead now, however. Their numbers dwindling, they reached a nearby hotel. Scrambling inside they managed to board up the place, but they were down in numbers. Richard, as fragile as he already is, was crushed.
Ivy watched the shorter man from a distance, wondering how she managed to get caught in this hotel. She sighed, sitting back on the couch in the lobby and examining her blood red nails. She uncrosses her legs and smoothed down her tight dress, thinking about how unsightly her hair must look. She sighed again in frustration and rubbed a thumb over her lipstick, hoping she could find the same quality of makeup in this hotel. It was a rather nice one, after all. Although, her time in the apocalypse would not be well spent, she concluded. She would have to spend it with the idiots around her, who almost got themselves caught by the undead. They must be the shambling idiots if they can't even manage to run. She did it in high heels.
He sat in the kitchen, pinching the bridge of his nose as he wondered how the world went to hell so fast. He had witnessed the first ones who had turned, of course. He was a policeman, servant to the people, and therefore had investigated some of the first 'strange domestic disturbances'. Weird loonies with gnashing jaws, eating the life out've others. Just another drunk pranking the police, right? No. An old woman devoured his partner in a minute. He took a minute to take his badge off of his belt, running his pale fingers over it. 'Commander in Chief - Slade Yoklov'.
A scream ripped through the cool night air as another one of their group members was torn from their ranks and thrown to the ground, to be devoured by the horrifying things known to them as monsters. Richard ran as hard as he could, along with the rest of the group as they fled from the oncoming horde. Tears streamed down his face as he thought of the dead and dying, loved ones and complete strangers. All dead now, however. Their numbers dwindling, they reached a nearby hotel. Scrambling inside they managed to board up the place, but they were down in numbers. Richard, as fragile as he already is, was crushed.
Ivy watched the shorter man from a distance, wondering how she managed to get caught in this hotel. She sighed, sitting back on the couch in the lobby and examining her blood red nails. She uncrosses her legs and smoothed down her tight dress, thinking about how unsightly her hair must look. She sighed again in frustration and rubbed a thumb over her lipstick, hoping she could find the same quality of makeup in this hotel. It was a rather nice one, after all. Although, her time in the apocalypse would not be well spent, she concluded. She would have to spend it with the idiots around her, who almost got themselves caught by the undead. They must be the shambling idiots if they can't even manage to run. She did it in high heels.
He sat in the kitchen, pinching the bridge of his nose as he wondered how the world went to hell so fast. He had witnessed the first ones who had turned, of course. He was a policeman, servant to the people, and therefore had investigated some of the first 'strange domestic disturbances'. Weird loonies with gnashing jaws, eating the life out've others. Just another drunk pranking the police, right? No. An old woman devoured his partner in a minute. He took a minute to take his badge off of his belt, running his pale fingers over it. 'Commander in Chief - Slade Yoklov'.