Walliver
Two Thousand Club
"It's a nice day for a walk." the woman's face was blurred in his dreams. His dreams- flashing right in front of his eyes as he stood there, awake in every sense of the word. "Let's take a walk. Get some fresh air. You've been cooped up in that house for far too long." And maybe he should have stayed cooped up. Maybe then he wouldn't have been a walking corpse, shambling through the ruins of a city, killing and consuming without questioning why. Until he found the necklace. Plated with gold, studded with fake diamonds. There was a blue stone set into the single charm that hung from the jewelry, a blue stone he couldn't name. That was the day he started to Reform. He started feeling emotion, sensation, he saw everything yet still knew nothing- nothing about himself or about the world around him. But he started to dream...
"It's time to wake up, Hadeon. Today's the start of the big harvest."
The big harvest, the week they'd all been waiting for. When all their hard work over the past month would finally pay off, and there would be food plentiful for everyone in the tribe, human or otherwise. He was happy, happy to be woken up for such an amazing day. Everything was blooming, amazing and beautiful. All his siblings would be cooking and baking and laughing- really, truly, living. Hadeon smiled, shrugging on his jacket and following everyone out to the fields. Most of his siblings still shambled, still occasionally bit things- but it was more playful, more how a dog carefully bites its owner's hand in the manner of playfighting. Most of his siblings didn't move with quite the direction and purpose that he and some others did, but they were still recovering- they just needed a little help to get there. Which he happily provided, as there was no greater satisfaction than seeing the people around him begin to feel the same way he did. It was both a wonderful and harsh process, one he was still going through. Sometimes he couldn't remember, sometimes he relapsed and hurt people and-
That was why Elena and Triss were the only ones who worked in the fields with them. They were the only immune ones in the whole tribe, the only ones that weren't afraid of the sudden relapses; they were afraid, but not quite scared, just worried for them. The rest of the tribe was scared. Scared of the "zombies", who shambled and killed outside of their fortified fence. Scared of the "zombies", who lived and spoke within the walls, within the tribe. Which was both reasonable and not, as relapses happened but not often. Relapses happened, they happened because something had gone wrong, something had been said or done that triggered the relapse and caused the attack. But he couldn't explain that to them, not when they were scared to even look at him.
But the big harvest was going to be a general time of peace between human and sort-of-human, a time of good fortune and good food. Or so they all hoped.
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Elena let out a childish giggle, watching one of the Reformed fall face-first into the grass. There was an aura of joy coating the whole ground of the tribe, happiness soaking into the fields and permeating the wells. The harvest wouldn't be particularly long, especially not for the Reformed- due to their numbers and their ability to go a long time without sleep, water, or food- but it would be a good harvest. Corn, wheat, barley, eggs from their chickens, milk and meat from their cows, and even more foraging when all that was done. They would eat like kings for the next- Elena paused in her thinking, looking around at the fields. The field for the Reformed was larger than the field for the other Tribespeople, but it balanced out with the population count. After the harvesting and the cooking, they'd all eat well for at least a month, maybe even two if they rationed properly.
That brought a larger, more sentimental smile to her face. Elena was proud of the community she had established, the people she had brought together. People from all walks of life- and of varying stages of decay, she thought with a laugh. They were all gathered together, building huts and farming crops as a whole tribe. It was...nice to have some semblance of normal. Some semblance of happiness after-
Screaming, crying, blood pouring out of Opal's neck. Opal was choking on their own blood, coughing and sputtering trying to tell Elena something and they-
Elena shook her head, set down her water cup, and headed back out to the fields. Work would clear her mind, accomplishment would make her forget.
"It's time to wake up, Hadeon. Today's the start of the big harvest."
The big harvest, the week they'd all been waiting for. When all their hard work over the past month would finally pay off, and there would be food plentiful for everyone in the tribe, human or otherwise. He was happy, happy to be woken up for such an amazing day. Everything was blooming, amazing and beautiful. All his siblings would be cooking and baking and laughing- really, truly, living. Hadeon smiled, shrugging on his jacket and following everyone out to the fields. Most of his siblings still shambled, still occasionally bit things- but it was more playful, more how a dog carefully bites its owner's hand in the manner of playfighting. Most of his siblings didn't move with quite the direction and purpose that he and some others did, but they were still recovering- they just needed a little help to get there. Which he happily provided, as there was no greater satisfaction than seeing the people around him begin to feel the same way he did. It was both a wonderful and harsh process, one he was still going through. Sometimes he couldn't remember, sometimes he relapsed and hurt people and-
That was why Elena and Triss were the only ones who worked in the fields with them. They were the only immune ones in the whole tribe, the only ones that weren't afraid of the sudden relapses; they were afraid, but not quite scared, just worried for them. The rest of the tribe was scared. Scared of the "zombies", who shambled and killed outside of their fortified fence. Scared of the "zombies", who lived and spoke within the walls, within the tribe. Which was both reasonable and not, as relapses happened but not often. Relapses happened, they happened because something had gone wrong, something had been said or done that triggered the relapse and caused the attack. But he couldn't explain that to them, not when they were scared to even look at him.
But the big harvest was going to be a general time of peace between human and sort-of-human, a time of good fortune and good food. Or so they all hoped.
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Elena let out a childish giggle, watching one of the Reformed fall face-first into the grass. There was an aura of joy coating the whole ground of the tribe, happiness soaking into the fields and permeating the wells. The harvest wouldn't be particularly long, especially not for the Reformed- due to their numbers and their ability to go a long time without sleep, water, or food- but it would be a good harvest. Corn, wheat, barley, eggs from their chickens, milk and meat from their cows, and even more foraging when all that was done. They would eat like kings for the next- Elena paused in her thinking, looking around at the fields. The field for the Reformed was larger than the field for the other Tribespeople, but it balanced out with the population count. After the harvesting and the cooking, they'd all eat well for at least a month, maybe even two if they rationed properly.
That brought a larger, more sentimental smile to her face. Elena was proud of the community she had established, the people she had brought together. People from all walks of life- and of varying stages of decay, she thought with a laugh. They were all gathered together, building huts and farming crops as a whole tribe. It was...nice to have some semblance of normal. Some semblance of happiness after-
Screaming, crying, blood pouring out of Opal's neck. Opal was choking on their own blood, coughing and sputtering trying to tell Elena something and they-
Elena shook her head, set down her water cup, and headed back out to the fields. Work would clear her mind, accomplishment would make her forget.