by Grape_Drink » Fri Jan 10, 2014 12:20 pm
Jack bicycled along the roadside as silently as the bicycle would let her. The last few days had been rather quiet, only the occasional undead, but other than that no survivors. The silence had begun to grate on her, but she had to admit- silence was better than the screams of death, the groaning of zeds. She could see the city in the distance, she had finally arrived in Kellington...
She knew better than most what curiosity did to people, she remembered the rattlesnake bite that had put her into the hospital because she was curious about the animal, but she was having a hard time ignoring those sounds. When she heard the moans off the side of the road, they didn't sound necessarily like zombies groaning...
"What in tarnation is that racket?" She mumbled quietly to herself, parking the bicycle on the side of the road and unslinging her father's old shotgun.
Had she happened across some survivors having a rump perhaps? Maybe they were in danger, maybe they could give her directions to a pharmacy so she could get out of town quicker?
She brushed a bush out of the way with her gun to get a better view, peering beyond it as her face turned completely pale... Those weren't survivors, they were-
Her eyes dilated, a cold sweat beginning to break out, her breathing increasing as she watched in horror. She felt her lunch beginning to come up as memories began to return to her... No... This wasn't the time... She had to focus, she had to be strong. She knew all too well from the farmhands and her own Daddy- "If it claws yah, yer probably dead. If it bites yah, yer certainly dead." She could only conclude the end result of "if it gets between yer legs." Why were these zombies copulating instead of killing? Her faith had been rattled when the undead came, again when the farmhands did in a different way. Why would he allow something like this to happen? Those women were obviously dead the moment the zombies got hold of them, but the zombies should have been eating them! Not... not...
The lightest whimper escaped her, her legs quivering and hands shaking as she began to back away from the scene. This was wrong on so many levels, this was... Was sick, a kind of sickness that no one should ever witness. She could understand the women moaning, but surely the undead hadn't willingly been doing the deed instead of eating their prey? She didn't think she saw any restraints on those zeds though, and that- that dog which was enjoying itself as well..?
She wanted to save them, to find out what in god's name was going on over there and take out a few zombies in the process, but six Zeds and a zombie dog while all she had was herself and a shotgun? That would be insane even if they are distracted with current activities. At best she might take out a few of them before getting bit at close range, at worst if what she thought was going on was going on... Well at worst... Alisha grit her teeth.
"Jus' don't think about it, Jack. Keep on movin'." she murmured, trying her hardest not to break down over this of all things. She had held together for so long, but she had always had support in the past, now though... Now she was on her own.
Mumbling a prayer for the three women in hopes that their plight would be over soon, she turned around with full intentions of bolting for her bicycle to keep moving. She hated to admit it but there was nothing she could do here, and the longer she sat around, the greater the odds of those zeds picking up her scent or seeing her.
"Welcome to hell..." she sighed, knowing that once you were through those gates, you had to keep going and never slow down no matter what.
