Vampunk
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"Mom! Dad!"
Dark
Numb
Cold
...
Hungry and Afraid
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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