Die to rise again

[Vampunk]

"Mom! Dad!"
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Dark
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Numb
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Cold
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Hungry and Afraid
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Ellen's hazel eyes shot wide open as she saw the gruesome twisted image of a bottomless teeth filled maw flash before her inner eye, the nightmare she had imprinted on her mental eye as she gasped for air, feeling her chest tighten as her lungs burned at the first breath of chilly air filling her lungs.


Where was she...


What happened...


The Truck...the fall... The fence!
 


Her eyes widened as a sharp pain shot through her abdomen where her fingers found the throbbing wound oozing cold blood, making her try to scream...


Yet the scream got stuck in her throat as it finally dawned on her...


Like a Puzzle, a million little pieces of pictures flashing behind her eyes as she became aware of where she was.


And so she thrashed and punched against the cold metal confinements of her drawer, inhuman strength making the metal bend outwards as with a loud groan the young woman hit the floor, her head spinning with the vertigo as her eyes gazed at her sickly grey skin, her fingers stiff as her cold body began to remember its function.


Joints started to move, wobbly legs making her tall frame raise from the cold floor of the morgue as Ellen's bloodshot eyes wandered around the empty room, dimly lit as lights began to flicker, making her turn her head in panic, gazing at the cold electric source of light, taking a few steps around as her body convulsed, making her tumble to the ground as Ellen retched...


Stiff Jaws unhinged to reveal sharp teeth as a torrent of blood left her entrails, spilling unto the floor as her body trembled from fear and the shock of resurrection.


Wiping the blood from her chin Ellen's weary gaze found a cardboard box on the floor, labelled "Ellen Simmons" and containing everything she's been brought into this accursed hospital in....


Her hazel eyes wandered over her red shirt, a dark mark covering the torn cloth where the iron had impaled her body.


Instinctively her hand went to cover her abdomen, feeling the wound pulsate as she felt it throb and start to harden under her touch...


"What the hell..." Her voice raspy as the young woman looked over her belongings, leaning against the drawers containing other corpses...


Yes, she was one of them...


Scoffing and burying her face with her cold hands Ellen began to cry, yet no tears followed her sobbing....


After having vented all her emotions Ellen came to put on her clothes, ditching the white gown for a leather jacket, jeans and combat boots before turning to the only entrance to the morgue.....


"Locked..."


Locked in there with corpses and only her own mind...and hunger....to keep her company as Ellen came to grasp her stomach, feeling the now dead organ groan in response as only one thing began to flood her mind...


Feed...


Her pupils narrowed as Ellen made her way towards one of the drawers, slow, staggering steps taking her towards one of the drawers as she fumbled with the lock, finally managing to open the hatch and....find nothing...


But as she wanted to turn towards the countless other hatches she heard the sound of people talking and the sound of rolling wheels...


Quickly jumping back into her hatch Ellen hid...And listened to the indistinct chattering of two nurses and the sound of hatches being opened...and the loud thudding of bodies being put on the bars...before being locked into the cold and dark of the morgue....


Waiting for it all to pass Ellen finally made her way out of her own grave, eyes wandering over the other drawers as she breathed in the scent of fresh wounds and...whatever she had smelled when THEY had stabbed her with a nasty syringe....


THEY WERE RESPONSIBLE!!


Growling Ellen punched the wall, leaving her knuckles bleeding back blood as she gritted her sharp teeth, hatred and despair filling her face and mind as she sunk to the floor, tilting her head back against the cold metal.


"Goodnight...Sleep tight...'Friends'...Enjoy your death...."


Ellen chuckled to herself as she awaited the others to awaken, whoever they may be, her mind resting on the image of her father's grotesquely deformed maw and the tall men with their twisted syringes....


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[Geozaki]

Lilly took a deep breath. Her ears ringing with the sound of a gunshot. "Charlie!" Lilly said quietly but urgently to herself. She sat up and smashed her head into something cold and hard which made a loud nouse as she made contact with it. Lilly opened her eyes, she was't sure what she hadn't opened them already. Where was she? Wherever she was it was dark, cold and uncomfortable. Lilly became aware of a throbbing sensation in her head, was it from having just smashed her head into the ceiling?... if it even was a ceiling. No, it wasn't from that, wrong place... Eventually the throbbing died away. Lilly tried to press against the walls of the tiny room she was in, but nothing happened. Then, one of the smaller walls suddenly flipped open. Not expecting it, Lilly fell out, falling to the floor. She slowly picked herself up and looked around. Where was she? She looked around the room before spotting a woman. She instantly felt scared, she tried to be as quiet as possible, though the woman would probably have heard her fall.

 

[StoneWolf18]

Great.


Bloody fucking lovely.


Raph woke slowly to the sound of metal crumpling as it was hit with something strong. Blinking slowly she groaned almost inaudibly, a weak pain radiating from her stomach as the rest of her numb body tried to understand and cope with what was happening.


But that was kind of difficult considering she had no damned idea herself.


Closing her eyes, it not making much of difference seeing as the confined space she was in was already dark enough, the woman wracked her mind, trying to remember anything that would explain her current situation. Working the soreness out of her hands as she balled them into fists before relaxing them, images flooded her mind. 


Her sister's funeral.


The alleyway.


Being stabbed and left to die.


Die like a doe hit by a car.


This caused her breathing to quicken slightly, her lungs protesting to the forced expansion and compression as it wasn't necessary. Tightening her jaw, Raphael slowly calmed herself down. Panicking in whatever sort of  condition she was in didn't seem like the brightest idea. 


Yet she couldn't have died. She was awake, consious. Unless... She slowly felt towards her lower torso, her hand searching along the cloth gown she wore until she found what basically confirmed her fears. The woman's hand brushed over the wound that was coated with fresh yet cold blood before exploring it further to find that there was now a rather large hole where the knife had dug into her. 'That's not fucking possible...' She thought to herself with a bitter curiosity. But if she had died, then it wasn't that hard to guess where she was...


Raphael felt along the compartment she was in before finding the one that swung open, but in a rather unfortunate manner. Tumbling out and landing in a heap of white cloth and cold flesh, the cussed untangling herself, squinting at the intensity of the bright fluorescent lighting. Using the wall behind her as a crutch, she slowly managed to get to her feet although clearly unsteady. Letting her gaze examine the room, she saw a terrified child and a woman who looked a bit unstable.


God...she really needed a drink right now.

 

[Vampunk]

Leaning against the cold metal wall Ellen watched the one hatch break open as a rather small figure came rolling out and hit the floor with a rather loud thud thad made her flinch just looking at it, the sound of meat hitting a solid surface causing Ellen's cold heart to twitch, idle blood surging through her body as blue veins appeared on her neck and forehead, pulsing with lost life for the faintest of moments before her skin returned to a cold grey hue, Ellen burying her face in her hands as she felt her head surge with pain.


A cold white light flashing inside her skull and making her squint her eyes, just before darkness returned to her inner eye and the glistening of some sharp object.


"Uhgh..." Ellen groaned before looking over to Lily scrambling to her feet, her thin lips curling into a greeting grin, revealing sharp teeth in a crooked smile before returning to that thin dry line.


Stumbling to her feet Ellen made a few small steps towards Lily, her smile reappearing for the briefest of moments as she tilted her head to the sight, eyeing the other corpse with interest. leaning down as she reached out with her long fingered hand. Be it to help the young girl up or...


Just then another hatch was opened as the metallic scent of blood filled the morgue, causing Ellen to shift her attention towards Raph, wide sunken eyes looking at the other woman as lights flickered, causing Ellen to appear even more ghoulish in the cold light of the morgue.


"Slept well corpse?" the woman asked with a raised eyebrow, her stiff limbs making her take another step towards Raph, black combat boot coming to meet the floor close to Lily's cowering frame. Gazing at Lily for a split second before returning her attention towards Raph, taking yet another step towards her.


"Say, did prince charming wake you with a kiss or anything? Or do you have any clue what happened here. Because I'm DYING to have more info as of why we're in a cheap romero rip off..." Ellen remarked, her head buzzing with various sensations.


Cold


Scent of flesh and blood


Darkness numbing her sight and senses


And of course feeling helpless


Alone


Not knowing what the hell had happened


But knowing SOMONE was responsible


She needed to vent


To organize her thoughts


To make that hunger go away


To feel alive, to be able to think...


To find solutions...

 

[StoneWolf18]

This woman was insane.


Raphael frowned and shook her head slightly, trying to clear it before closing her eyes and mumbling softly to herself. "This isn't happening...no...I just drank a bit to hard after smoking the whole pack grieving for Angelo...yeah...this isn't real..." She continued to say this and things and things similar, desperately trying to make herself believe that she wasn't standing in a morgue after her death with a little girl and crazed psychopath.


The woman's head swam violently, causing any remaining stomach bile to rise in her throat. Opening her eyes, she slowly examined the one who began to near her before speaking. "I do have a name...and if I had an idea as to what kind of fucked science fiction scheme this is, why would I still be standing here?" Her voice was a hoarse rasp as if it hadn't been used in awhile, that wasn't too terribly unexpected seeing as rigor mortis had set in. The person who had spoke first had an odd gleam in their eye, one comparable to that of a rabid and or starved animal.


Zombies?


No...they were still sapient, and as far as she could tell, not rotting.


So what the hell was going on...

 

[Katerang]

Alicia felt.... warm.


She was sleeping against something nice and warm and... uncomfortable. It was a hard surface that had no give. It was as warm as a blanket but as hard and unforgiving as metal... wait. Was it metal?


She didn't really want to move since the warmth was all encompassing, but the hard surface made her wriggle. Though her body felt a little stiff for some reason. She was trying to get comfortable to go back to sleep but it was slowly waking her up instead. She started noticing things that shouldn't be there. The fabric that was covering her was rough and uncomfortable, it itched where it was bunched up under her arms. Oddly enough. This was what made her pause. She was a designer and a weaver. She never let anything uncomfortable on her body.... So she opened her eyes to pure darkness. "What the-" 


She reached out to where her lamp should be and he hand banged loudly against a metal surface. Ally Yelped. It was then she became alarmed. She felt around her, her hands banging loudly where they touched the unexpected metal box.


What was going on? Where was she? How-


Her mind flashed to drowning, not being able to move she was so cold and then..... burning.... The box suddenly felt too hot.


She banged on the sides.


She had to get out!


Why did she remember burning? Was this an oven?


"HELP! SOMEONE! PLEASE! HELP!"


She was panicking. She didn't know what do do. Why was the last sane thing she remembered drowning?

 

[Vampunk]

Ellen tilted her head to the side, raising an eyebrow at Raph as her nose twitched at the metallic scent of blood that got stronger the closer she got to Raph, something dark and hungry stirring inside of Ellen as she brushed it off as just her body starting to adjust to being...dead.


Well, that wasn't really comforting either, but she was just grasping at straws.


Fact was that they had apparently died, having reawakened from the cold sleep of decay before they had been put in the ground. She did not know if the other had met the tall men too but she would bet her left kidney that it was the case.


Now why was her mind constantly circling the same subject, making her body act up in a strange way, the wound on her abdomen throbbing and causing her to flinch once she took a step closer to Raph, eyeing her suspiciously.


"Oh how very objective. You're awfully okay with this whole situation, huh?" Ellen cussed, revealing her teeth for a moment as she turned her attention towards the screaming coming out of another hatch, her hand coming to fidget with the lock and pulling the drawer open, pulling her hand away once she broke Alicia out of her prison, snarling as she felt her body surge at the scent of even more dead meat polluting the chilly air before turning her attention towards Alicia, glaring at her from sunken eyes....


"What the hell is happening, is this the day of the living dead or something?..." Ellen groaned, turning away from the other corpses and clutching her head tightly, feeling the pressure rise up in her skull and making her flinch, groaning at the flashing images behind her inner eye, getting on her knees as her body trembled, her teeth gnashing and threatening to break her jaw as Ellen tried to piece together what little of her common sense remained....


"Who's responsible for this...If I get my hands on them they wish they had left me to die..." Her voice a low rumble...

 

[Katerang]

Ally winced as her dark prison was suddenly filled with light. Her hands came up to her face to block it and as she tried to look past them something became glaringly apparent. Her fingers were black. Black and brittle and stiff.


She let out a whimper, her hands were her trade. They were what made her who she was.... she felt tears start to prick at her eyes but there was a snarl and she pushed the feelings down. Looking through her hands there was a girl with sunken eyes looking at her. She felt like whimpering again under that burning glare. But the woman turned away and started speaking.... maybe it wasn't exactly Alicia she was angry at.


"W-wait.... What do you mean die?" Ally had started pulling herself from the drawer she was in. She was starting to get a feel of her body. Her head felt sore and if she touched the sides of her head they were especially tender, and she suspected, had been bleeding at some point. She now saw it wasn't just her hans but also her toes, and her knees and elbows were slightly off color. She had a feeling, from her probing of her head, that her nose and ears were also as black as her hands and feet were. "I.... I remember drowning sure but... People come back from that all the time!" She didn't mention the burning part. She still wasn't sure if that was real.


Then just as she was almost completely out with her still very stiff body. She noticed the inside of the box. It looked weird. She remembered beating on it in her panic but... the metal was warped.... and... off color... It almost seemed like.... somehow... it had been singed. 


She stumbled out the rest of the way a little horrified at her discovery and almost fell to the floor on her unsteady legs. Instead she banged into a table loudly, her body shaking from the impact and her attempts as moving around.

 

[StoneWolf18]

As someone else began screaming from inside a drawer, Raphael stifled a groan and a sarcastic comment. 'Take a number why don't you...' She thought bitterly before seeming sure enough to stand on her own. The room held a slight chill that made it slightly uncomfortable to be in, but she was also wearing the bare minimum when to clothing so...


Spotting a neat stack of cardboard boxes nearby, one of them already rifled through, the woman still unsteady on her feet shuffled over to them and found her's. Removing the lid and peering inside, she saw the cloths she had...died...in, them being a plain black tight fitting t-shirt with a decent rip and blood stain on the front, jeans of a similar hue and tennis shoes to match. She hadn't bothered dressing up for the funeral, and seeing as how she had been acting, Frank didn't press her to. Speaking of her father...shit. She needed to see him. Prove to him that his remaining daughter was still in fact alive...somewhat. Raph quickly put them on but was concerned with her currently open wound. If she was dead, infection wouldn't be a problem, right? Regardless she tore a strip from the cloth gown and tightly made a makeshift bandage around her lower torso, the white poking though the tear in her shirt. 


Satisfied, Raphael looked to the mentally unstable woman who now was on her knees. "Handling well? Hardly. Just...keeping calm." The response brought forth memories of being 12 years old, sitting in a holding cell at 1 am waiting to be picked up, the alcohol laden men eye her and her sister lustfully. Shaking her head to focus on the situation at hand, the woman continued before checking her pockets, ignoring the worsening sensation that had wormed it's way into her skull. "Making death threats when you can...hardly stand...smart." The sarcasm was present although half hearted and weak. 


As Raphael examined the contents, she was delighted by multiple things. Her wallet, which would contain all things necessary, cell phone although dead, a lighter, and the pack of cigarettes she had purchased before her death. Glancing around the room and not noticing any close smoke detectors, one could imagine what she did next. In a fluid motion she had removed the box before taking one of the sticks in her mouth, setting it down on the table beside her before taking the lighter and trying to coax a flame, mumbling curses as her fingers still remained stiff and sore. But soon enough she managed, the heat a welcome feeling as the end of the cigarette caught. 


Setting the lighter down as well, the woman didn't care if the drug wasn't effective to a corpse as it was to the living, the warmth and motion enough to calm Raph somewhat despite the throbbing in her skull that had continued to grow. It now accompanied by a hunger in the pit of her torn open stomach.


As the newest member exited their drawer, the woman removed the object that was inside her mouth and exhaled while speaking, the smoke escaping and dissipating at a moderate pace. "Look, all we know is that each of us died recently. If anyone has more information, I'd love for them to share."

 

[Vampunk]

Ellen's cold eyes came to rest on Alicia, eyeing her with a glimmer in her eye that was hard to categorize, being the unholy spawn of mockery and sass, twisted by whatever mind resided inside the husk that used to be the woman by the name of Ellen Simmons.


"Yes, death. Welcome to the afterlife, I'll be your guide." The woman remarked, rubbing her jaw as she felt her muscles contract and grow numb, feeling her teeth hurt by her biting down hard, maybe due to rigor mortis that had plagued her body during her rather short time spent dead...


Tilting her head to the side and getting to her legs with a rather dry sound of shifting bones under layers of cold skin and flesh Ellen turned her attention towards Raph who scrambled through her things...


The moment the woman changed from white gown to her own clothes Ellen couldn't help but to stare at the gaping wound on Raph's abdomen, making Ellen's eyes dilate before averting her gaze, feeling her head throb at something stirring inside of her, making the woman snarl, rubbing her temples and groaning before smelling the scent of burning tobacco fill the room, turning her attention towards Raph once again with a raised eyebrow...


Her remark made Ellen scoff, her dry lips shifting into the mockery of a smile, revealing pearly white teeth in a face as grey as ash, accented by bluish veins.


"Do I look like I have any more info than you? Last time I checked they didn't brief corpses on the implications of their demise. And you have nothing better to do than to light a cigarette like the morning after some hangover waking up in someone else's bed?" Ellen remarked, taking two long stiff steps towards Raph, leaning forward as her nose twitched, the scent of smoke masking the one of flesh, blood and whatever else lay in the various different drawers, filled with bodies either unliving or dead for good.


"What's for sure though is that this is NOT natural, something happened to us all, apart from fucking dying. Another thing we all have in common is being young as shown by pipsqueak right there." Ellen added, nodding towards Lily sitting on the floor.


"So tell me Sherlock, what do you make out of this? Maybe it's the apocalypse and we're results from nuclear fallout? Has anyone of you even SEEN the surface yet? Hell, it hurts to even think about it..." The woman remarked, her hand coming to massage her neck as her veins started to throb and surge, making Ellen flinch as she felt her body start to evaluate whatever had happened to her and what was....


About to happen...


What was already happening....

 

[StoneWolf18]

By now the throbbing in her skull and blood roaring in her ears was almost enough to not only drown out the crazed woman but make the room spin wildly. Raph closed her eyes and spoke while heavily leaning on the table behind her. "Please...I would rather have a bloody hangover right now..." Grimacing deeply, she managed to still take another drag from the cigarette in hand, the warmth of the smoke entering her lungs counteracting the coolness of the morgue. "Besides..." She managed to say, squeezing her eyes shut harder. "Panicking isn't going to do this situation...any good..." The woman groaned and brought her left hand, the free one, and rubbed along the side of her face, the intensity of the migraine now reaching impossible heights.

 

[Shadow]

For a moment, Spike just stared into the blackness, not even realizing that he had woken up. It didn't take very long for him to start feeling the painfully hard surface beneath him. He sat up slowly, then quite suddenly hit his head on something. 


"Well shit!" He exclaimed loudly, laying back down as he rubbed his head. He reached out slowly, taking in a quick breath when his hands met the freezing walls on either side of him. "The hell?" He felt the cold metal sizzle against his over-heated hands. 


The fire......being trapped....the men in black...... He didn't feel dead, though. Not that he knew what it was supposed to feel like, but he hadn't expected to encounter something as cold as the walls of his prison. For a moment, he considered waiting to see if someone was going to come welcome him to the next world, but that didn't seem like a very appealing option. He kicked out with his feet and was suddenly blinded by fluorescent lights. He crawled out of the box he had been in, then froze when he saw the small crowd of girls.


"Um, hi?" He glanced around the rest of the room, frowning when it looked suspiciously like a morgue. He looked over his shoulder and saw that he had just emerged from the same type of container that these girls seemed to have broken out of. "I'm very flattered to be included in the 'undead take-over the world' party, but I'd really just rather go to heaven, if it's all the same to you ladies." He said, standing up and straightening his.....hospital gown? "Bloody hell." He quickly spotted the box that contained his things and grabbed his jacket. It was burned pretty badly, but he put it on anyway. It was better than just being in the stupid little gown.


"Much better." He turned to face the others again, suddenly noting that all of them looked as clueless as he felt. "I'm sorry, but are you all dead as well?" He asked bluntly, too hungry to care if it was rude or not. "I mean....is this hell?" 

 

[Katerang]

Alicia stared for a moment at the woman lighting up a cigarette. It was something so normal is this effed up place. This place where everyone was telling her she had died. How? How had this happened?


Although...


She looked down at her blackened skin.


She could actually guess how. A long time ago one of her high school friends had decided to try to use a snowmobile to get to a party during a blizzard. The party had actually been cancelled so the guy got to the place only to turn around and go all the way back home. The kid had forgotten to wear gloves and the next day at school his fingers had looked like a watered down version of how hers did right now.


Frozen. Not only had she drowned but she had also froze in that lake... Shit. She had only been five minutes away from home! How had this happened!? She felt the tears prickling her eyes again and she didn't want to cry in front of these complete strangers. She didn't want her first impression to be that of a cry baby. She looked around and realized that the woman had been rifling through the weird stack of boxes to look for clothes. She had completely forgotten she had been wearing next to nothing... The room didn't feel cold to her so maybe that was it. Weird. Her Box had been warm too. Shouldn't it be cold in here? Were corpses suppose to be kept on ice?


Forget it. More weird stuff to figure out later. Then she smiled as she thought about what might be waiting for her in the box. Going over to the stack she reread the names on the side until she found hers at the very top of the stack. She pulled it down and rummaged through it. Grinning she pulled out the scarf she weaved a year ago. One of her crowning achievements. It was a little stiff and there was grime from the lake stuck on it but it still somehow looked beautiful. She pulled out the rest of her grime covered clothing and sighed... at least they were dry. So she shook them off the best she could and ditched the scratchy sheet that had been put on her. She didn't care too much about being seen naked, in fact it was more of a confidence booster becuse it seemed like the rest of her body was in okay shape. 


You know, aside from having been dead. 


She pulled on the patterned leggings, flowy blue dress, and big grey sweatshirt. Even if the stuff was a little sandy, to be in her own clothes felt great. She wasn't going to put on the leggings or the sweatshirt but... she felt that hiding as much of her frostbitten self was best. There were gloves and Ugg boots in the box as well, but she wanted to wait a bit longer to put those on as well.... something about coming to terms with her reality.


As she looked around, she realized no one was even really paying attention to her, "Um.... are you all alright?" She watched them and almost felt the aches they must be experiencing. 


Then there was the new guy.... he had popped out as she had been pulling on her sweater. Now he was cracking jokes like they were all old friends... She ignored it but she had a sudden urge to punch him for making jokes about their being dead. "No... this is not hell," Was what she said instead.

 

[Vampunk]

"Hell? As if we'd be so lucky..." Ellen scoffed, cold eyes wandering over to Spike as the new faces came with new sensations.


The scent of death, decay, of cold flesh and bone, of human hearts that barely beat...


It was all seeping into Ellen's mind as she began to rub her temples, groaning loudly as she grit her teeth, feeling sharp edges scrape against bone, making her headache grow even worse and making bluish veins appear on  her grayish skin, popping out as cold dead flesh started to remember the primal instincts every living, or rather unliving, being was controlled by.


Alice's remark made Ellen chuckle, her gaze wandering over to the girl in her vivid scarf, the fabric looking even more colorful compared to her pale skin. "All right? What are you even asking? Has being dead dulled your senses?" Ellen remarked with a very crooked grin before turning back at Raph, her bony finger coming to tip against Raph's chest as Ellen leaned dangerously close to her, her cold breath causing the smoke to twist into even stranger shapes, drifting into Raph's face.


"Panicking? Who's panicking? You're the one being awfully calm about this entire thing. Are you just cool with this situation, huh? You want this? Just look at yourself, you're leaking like some broken tank." Ellen remarked, gritting her teeth at Raph as she motioned to the wound at her abdomen.


"Fuck...what the hell are we supposed to do anyways?...I...ugh..."


Holding her head Ellen stumbled away from Raph, gritting her teeth as an ice cold bead of sweat ran down her forehead before she came to rest against the drawers at the opposite side where they've all ben awakening from, her sunken eyes wandering over the metal construct as she put her hand against the cold surface, her breath becoming slower and steadier as she closed her eyes, taking in the smell of decay pour out from the drawers, a faint smile adorning her face as Ellen let out a soft sigh, not even having to see what was inside those hatches as a mental image flashed behind her eyes for a moment...


her nightmare...


That faceless gaping maw in the dark...


Her eyes shot wide open as Ellen stumbled backwards, eyes glued to the hatches and her hand trembling....


"What the fuck is happening to me?..."

 

[StoneWolf18]

"Would you rather me scream and cry like a child?" Raph responded dryly before looking to the only man in the room. "If you're wondering, we're all dead and she's-" the woman gestured to the struggling Ellen. "Loosing it apparently...fuck, we all are...." She trailed off, head held in her left hand. It felt as if her head was being repeatedly kicked by an angered mule, the pain then slowly spreading. "Fuck..." A groan escaped her lips. "Anyone else feel..." The woman let her sentence remain unfinished as she watched woman that had greeted them stumble away and retreat to the other end of the room. As she asked the question to no one in particular, Raph responded anyway. "I'd be interested in knowing as well...and if it's contagious..." Her tone was sprinkled with humor on the last bit although it wasn't much to lighten the mood.

 

[Vampunk]

Ellen seemed to be in a world of her own, which wasn't far from the truth....


Inside her mind everything was covered in pitch black darkness, drowning out any coherent thought and making it hard for Ellen to keep herself from trembling.

 
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Dark
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Cold
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As if standing on a thin layer of ice, threatening to break
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Like her sanity
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one thin layer to separate the realms of thoughts with the realms of actions
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Looking down I see the reflection of me
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Like I used to
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Tan skin with hazel eyes filled with life
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Then I see him
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Or rather IT
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It may look human but it isn't
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"Dad?"
No, of course not
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It's IT again
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The thing that brought me into this world
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the nightmare
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Faceless head stares at the reflection of me as maw opens
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razor sharp teeth glistening as I gaze into an endless abyss
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the ice cracks
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small at first
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threatening to break the thin divide between reality and nightmare
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Gaping maw stirs, a hollow growl
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laughter?
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mocking?
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Whispers...
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In the outside world one would be able to watch Ellen just stare blankly at the metal construct on front of her as her hand slowly trails down the different hatches before coming to stop on the second row from the top...


Hovering over it before deciding on the one to the left....


Cold fingers come to grasp the hatch as it slowly creaks open, a rush of cold air starting to leak out of the drawer as sunken eyes stare at whoever rest inside of it....

feed
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Feed
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FEED
Hunger
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satiate
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craving
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screaming
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urging
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Swallowing me whole
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Thoughts drown in a torrent of beckoning whispers
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With one swift movement of her hand Ellen removes the blanket from the corpse, sunken eyes wandering over the lifeless husk in front of her.


"No longer human...empty...hollow..." Ellen's voice nothing more but a whisper as her hand comes to rest on the corpse's abdomen where the coroner had made the autopsy...


Then, suddenly, cold fingers dig into flesh, ripping open the abdominal cavity that had only recently been opened, dark blood tainting grey skin as blue veins protrude from Ellen's neck, the woman stepping closer to the corpse, tilting her head to the side as her hand disappears inside the corpse' body, the sound of squelching organs echoing through the hall as after a while a string of entrails leaves the husk, being raised to Ellen's face as she gazes at it with a tilted head, lost in the nightmare within her mind....


"Yes...They're dead... They have no use anymore... right?..." Ellen asks, turning to face the other reawakened behind her, her cold eyes wandering over them before returning to the feast in front of her...


Tongue protruding before licking along the mass of organs....taking in the metallic taste of blood before guiding it towards her awaiting maw, teeth buried in organic tissue as the ripping sound of organs being torn fills the room, followed by a rather slow, hesitant sound of Ellen swallowing...


Her tall frame just standing there, entrails gripped tightly by her cold fingers as her frame began to tremble softly, her neck twitching to the side as a deep sigh escaped her bloodied lips...


Followed by another bite...


And another....


And another.....


Swifter, and less hesitant with each passing moment...

 

[Geozaki]

Lilly tried to get back on her feet after falling in a heap on the cold floor. But she couldn't quite make it all the way, so she kneeled, slightly slumped on the floor trying to regain her bearings. She could hear the conversation taking place around her but she wasn't processing much of it. The words just seemed to swim around the room before disappearing into nothing. She felt dizzy and unstable, like she wasn't all there. But then, a familiar smell bought her back to her senses. Smoke. She looked around the room, there were so many people now, where had they all come from. Where were they? One word from the conversations that had been going on stuck in Lilly's mind. 'Dead'. The smell of smoke cause a memory to form in Lilly's head, she closed her eyes, focusing on the memory. Her father was standing in front of her. He was holding something in her hand, though she couldn't quite make out what it was. She opened her eyes, raiding her hand to touch the side of her head, she winced as her fingers brushed against the wound her father had given to her. She looked up, people seemed to be collecting objects and clothing from various boxes. She scanned the boxes until she saw one with her name on it. She slowly got on her feet and staggered over to her box. She tried to move slowly and quietly as not to bring too much attention to herself. She picked up her box and made her way to the corner of the room. She looked through the contents of her box, inside were the clothes she'd been wearing at the time, her pyjamas, her teddy and her notebook. She took off the rough gown she'd been wearing and put on her pyjamas, her trousers were white with pink and red hearts and teddies dotted over them and her top was also white with a picture of a Teddy holding a heart. Also in the box was her dressing gown, which was pink and fluffy and a pair of a cheap spine off of Ugg boots that she used as slippers because they were so warm and soft. She slipped them on, glad for the warmth. This room was freezing. She then pulled out her teddy and notebook from the box. She hugged the teddy, holding it close, as she opened the notebook. She was so glad that it was with her. She closed the book, looking back in the box. There was one thing left inside, a small pencil. She took the pencil out, slipping it inside her book. She then turned to look at the other people in the room. She was hoping that no-one had really noticed her, she wasn't great with people. Then she noticed the woman she saw after tumbling from the metal box, she was... Lilly closed her eyes and bowed her head. She felt sick and light headed from the sight. She slipped off her dressing gown, suddenly feeling too hot. She didn't feel great to begin with, but now she felt worse. Even the suggestion of anything gruesome made her feel unwell, never mind seeing it. She clutched tighter onto her teddy, and started to absentmindedly play with her hair.


((Sorry I missed so much! Hope this post makes up for it... a little.))

 

[Katerang]

Alicia could only stare as the sickening display continued before her. It was horrifying and her mind started running in circles.


Yes.


She was dead.


Yes.


They alll had probably been from the look of them....


So yes she was dead


so yes they all were dead!... but.... She pulled her mind from the circling pit of despair... But...


But shit.


"Oh Shit.... Stop...."


She remembered then what the woman smoking had said about crying and she was glad that she was holding her own against her tears. So confidence spiked through her and she stepped forward.


"You need to stop.... Please...." Her whole body shook with revoltion and fear as she walked closer to the nightmare. "Please.... PLEASE! YOU AREN'T A MONSTER YOU NEED TO STOP!" 


Monster.... Were they monsters though? They had come back from the dead....


She reached forward and grabbed the girls shoulder to pull her away.

 

[StoneWolf18]

As Raphael watched the woman tear into a corpse, a dead-dead one hopefully, her jaw tensed.


She did feel like shit.


Fuck, that was a huge understatement.


But being compelled to cannibalize?


Wait...


Was it even considered as such now?


Yeah they were dead, but...they were human, right?


A frown was set heavily upon her lips as she mulled this over, but the sound of someone having the time of their life along with the frostbitten woman trying to pull her away from the corpse...


Shit.


Seeing as she was already poking the sleeping feasting bear..., Raphael didn't fancy becoming their next meal. There was a set of doors in the far corner of the room and that being the only exit...The woman slowly edged towards them, the cigarette she still held slowly trying to burn itself out. As she tried to make her way without attracting too much attention, Raph's eyes flicked to the child that was more than confused standing near the table. "Kid." She hissed. "I wouldn't stand there if I were you."

 

[Vampunk]

Gnawing.


Tearing at flesh.


Ripping at what was once alive


What was once just like her


The dark pond that was her mind started to try and swallow Ellen whole as she took bite after bite out of the bloody mess of organs and flesh in her trembling hand, her lips dripping with darkened blood as suddenly something pulled her out of her feeding frenzy, making her turn her head towards Alicia, sunken hazel eyes staring at the frostbitten woman as a piece of torn muscle fell from Ellen's sharp teeth unto the floor, landing there with a wet, cold sound...


The same sound that echoed through her mind, her inner self turning around in horror as darkness throbbed and pulsated, the heartbeat of darkness itself as the whispers and beckoning calls grew into an unholy choir, urging Ellen to indulge in what was the most primal need of a being...


Feeding..


To satiate one's hunger, to make flesh be invigorated by consuming other life, an endless quest for blood, powered by blood, beseeching blood...


Ellen's head twitched sideways, her shoulders trembling as she took a step towards Alice, extending a bloodied hand as bloodstained lips curled into a crooked grin, revealing razor sharp teeth...


"Don't you want some too? There's plenty for both of us...Or are you just like them..." Ellen mumbled, nodding towards the corpse she fed on. "Just a stiff pile of flesh and bones? Are you even truly yourself or just some lifeless husk yourself, huh?" A soft chuckle escaping Ellen's dry throat as she emptied a handfull of flesh scraps into her gaping maw, licking off the residue on her fingers before taking a step towards Alicia and the others, a soft chuckle accompanying her trembling frame.


"Monster you say, huh? Aren't we all? We should be dead, but here we are, living, dying, surviving, whatever you want to call it...Face it you're just like me, deep down..." The manic girl chuckled, a bloodstained finger coming to tip against Alicia's chest, cold hungry eyes settling on her as  a drop of blood ran down Ellen's chin.


"I want to survive, don't you? If you're not prepared to do everything to keep on existing you should move over for those who will..."


Deep inside Ellen's mind though the real her screamed, her yells echoing through a prison of darkness, trying to find the door to herself, watching her reflection through the cracking glass floor...

 

[Geozaki]

Lilly kept her eyes squeezed shut, but she couldn't block out the sound. No matter how she tried. Then she heard someone speak, hissing as if they were trying to keep quiet. They spoke one word. 'Kid'. Lilly opened her eyes, she didn't know if the voice was taking to her or not, but she did know she was currently the youngest here. She looked up to see a woman suggesting that she move. Despite being terrified, Lilly stood up and walked over to the woman, clutching her notebook, Teddy and dressing gown in her arms. She struggled to walk, her vision was being clouded by strange patterns, similar to the ones you can sometimes see when you close your eyes for long enough. She was scared of everyone there, she didn't know any of them, she just wanted to be back at home, on  the sofa, cuddled up next to Charlie. She heard a sound, similar to that of someone dropping a soggy sponge and turned to see what it was, which was a bad idea. She fell to her hands and knees, unable to stand, dropping everything that she was clutching close to herself.

 

[StoneWolf18]

What the blood hell was going on.


Raph watched as the young girl tried to walk over to her but fell due to once again witnessing the mess that was happening at the far end of the morgue. Now turned on the woman who tried to pull the insanity they was feasting, she stifled a groan before slowly making her way over to them.


The last thing they needed was for someone to start being eaten.


(Classes today so replies are gonna be slow. )

 

[Katerang]

Eyes wide in terror she watched the blood drip from the girls mouth. She stared at the hand as it reached twards her. Her mind flashing to the other hand. The one before the burning. That hand was black. Like her hands... not red with blood like this woman's. 


The blood red hand poked at her chest leaving a stain on her ruined dress. Alicia's eyes narrowed. Scum... useless. Useless scum of the earth. Somewhere in the deepest pit of her mind a voice hissed in anger. And Alicia's hand reached out and slapped Ellen across the face.


[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Now her hand was smeared with red from the woman's face, it felt cold to her now for some reason like all the heat had somehow been leached out of it... thinking about that she realized they had felt the same when she had first pulled herself from the drawer... And her mind snapped away from the haughty voice at the memory. Her mind was brought back to the present.[/COLOR]


She hadn't wanted to do that. She hadn't wanted to do that at all. Her mouth was open in an O of shock at what she had just done. "Shit!" She backed away only to trip over someones box left haphazardly in the middle of the floor. She slammed down on her butt and yelped. "I-I didn't mean to do that! I didn't want to!.... BUT YOU'RE TALKING CRAZY!" She didn't want to think about what she had said.... about the will to survive.... What would she be willing to do to survive? And what would that voice be willing to do as well.....


(also at school)

 

[Vampunk]

Ellen's cold lifeless eyes jolted towards Lily collapsing due to the display of gore and violence, the blood crazed woman's neck twitching as veins popped up on her greyish skin, surging with adrenaline and slow moving blood..


But before Ellen could turn towards Lily Alicia's hand collided with her face, sending her reeling and letting out an inhuman growl, baring bloodied teeth before feeling her cold cheeks flush warm, even for the faintest of moments.


Her trembling for finally found its balance, making her cup her face between her bloodied hands, the metallic scent of blood filling her nostrils and causing her breathing to become heavier as her mind started to relaize what she had just done.


Not only did she just threaten other PEOPLE, no, she even fed on someone who used to be just like HER.


Life was precious, and she had just lowered herself on the level of carrion feeders and predatory beasts.


Clutching her abdomen, her fingers having left bloody spots on her face Ellen retched, feeling her stomach pulsate as veins appeared on her pale skin, signaling that death was just about to be turned to life, making bile rise up in Ellen's mouth as the young woman gasped for air, tumbling backwards and coming to rest against the cold metal wall behind her, bloodied face watching the other reawakened with a mixture of fear and disbelief, her cold hazel eyes warming up as they widened, wandering over to the other faces, watching her like she was some kind of monster.


"M...Monster? No." Her voice started off as a faint whisper as Ellen got back on her feet, brushing the blood out of her face and putting on a determined look.


"You're right, I'm...talking crazy. Yes, but what you see in front of you is no monster, I'm just like you, we're in this together if you want to acknowledge this fact or not. So take a good look at that monster because it's going to go out there and find out what the bloody hell happened. So, better get used to this sight." Ellen remarked, spitting blood as she titled her head to the side, looking over at Raph.


"And you..Do you by any chance have some spare cig? My head is killing me and I feel like throwing up..." Ellen chuckled


On the outside it all seemed to have passed but inside her head what remained of the girl that once was fought against the Darkness and gnawing mouths, keeping the whispers and calls at bay, screaming internally to leave her alone, to get back to where they came and not try to swallow her whole...

 

[Katerang]

I'm just like you... The girl said she was just like them.... Which meant that any of them could go crazy too.... She had told the girl she was talking crazy but Alicia was pretty sure she was going crazy. Was that how this girl had started out? Just hearing voices in her head? Was that what came before the gorging on human flesh? Was she going to start talking crazy too as blood dripped from her mouth?


shitshitshitshitshitSHIT!


She started hyperventilating, staring at the blood on her hand.... what would it taste like?.... what did human flesh taste like? Would it taste delicious to her crazy mind and half dead body? She needed to stop. She was actually going to go crazy if she kept breating like this.  Ally was already on the ground, so she put her head between her knees and attempted to clear her mind.


Find out what happened... The words floated to her and she stopped breathing.... maybe.... maybe if there was some way to turn her into.... that.... there would also be some way to turn her back! Maybe if she found out what had happened to her she could find some way to reverse it as well. Looking up from her knees Ally realized the tears she had been pushing back had finally come during her panic attack, but at this point she didn't care. She started uncertainly at the bloody woman and then looked around the room at everyone. "My name is Ally... I'm not a monster either. I'm a person. With a name. And I want to find out what happened to us too."