Alice's Room in the MHA; Monday Morning
It had only taken a week and several days, but Alice had finally managed to collapse out of tiredness and far too little hours of sleep. She had plopped on her bed like a sack of potatoes on Saturday...and spent the entire Sunday out cold. She would've probably stayed all Monday out too, but Alice's life wasn't meant to be a joyride. Plus it had been a while since she had had a disturbingly real dream.
She remembered the beginning all too well.
Suddenly she felt surrounded of water, floating in some sort of impossibly big placenta. But then, darkness covered her entirely, clouding her memories and awareness. One second later she was picking herself up from a somewhat familiar bathroom floor, not only naked but felling all around sore. And amnesiac, of course. Who was she? What she been just thinking? She knew it was important, but even as she cleaned the mirror to look at those troubled greenish eyes stare back at her without the finest idea of what was going on, she couldn't remember.
Out of the shower, a room, a bed, a red dress. All too familiar, but somehow new too. She was scared, lost, but at least not naked anymore. The house was big, huge, probably a mansion. Also deserted, which only added to the scary factor nicely. Out in the hall, the statue of something that might or might not be an angle was wrapped in plastic, as if that would make it less scary. And then she heard the growling. Turning around, she saw them and a spark of recognition coursed through her; zombies, undead, dangerous. Frozen in terror, she didn't move until the closest one of the three lunged at her. Her body reacted before her mind could understand. A quick dodge to the side, her hands held the arm, swiftly twisting it and breaking it in at least three different spots. Her right elbow went up, crushing the zombie's head in one single motion. The body collapsed on the floor.
"How--?" The question never managed to leave her mouth completely as another zombie had already jumped at her from behind, rotten and broken teeth ripping her neck with the anger and desperation of a dying animal. Blood filled her mouth and throat, a red filter settled on her eyes as another zombie took a bite at her shoulder, and suddenly more and more of them came out of nowhere, throwing her to the floor and--
And Alice woke up, her hand already on the gun she kept under her pillow all the time and pointing at the wall. Two things were obvious to her; she was terrified once more, and she was well rested, too. Small miracles, really. Sighing, Alice calmed herself. Yet another thing to deal with every night.
[ NFB, NFI. I hadn't forgotten about this, hush. ]
She remembered the beginning all too well.
Suddenly she felt surrounded of water, floating in some sort of impossibly big placenta. But then, darkness covered her entirely, clouding her memories and awareness. One second later she was picking herself up from a somewhat familiar bathroom floor, not only naked but felling all around sore. And amnesiac, of course. Who was she? What she been just thinking? She knew it was important, but even as she cleaned the mirror to look at those troubled greenish eyes stare back at her without the finest idea of what was going on, she couldn't remember.
Out of the shower, a room, a bed, a red dress. All too familiar, but somehow new too. She was scared, lost, but at least not naked anymore. The house was big, huge, probably a mansion. Also deserted, which only added to the scary factor nicely. Out in the hall, the statue of something that might or might not be an angle was wrapped in plastic, as if that would make it less scary. And then she heard the growling. Turning around, she saw them and a spark of recognition coursed through her; zombies, undead, dangerous. Frozen in terror, she didn't move until the closest one of the three lunged at her. Her body reacted before her mind could understand. A quick dodge to the side, her hands held the arm, swiftly twisting it and breaking it in at least three different spots. Her right elbow went up, crushing the zombie's head in one single motion. The body collapsed on the floor.
"How--?" The question never managed to leave her mouth completely as another zombie had already jumped at her from behind, rotten and broken teeth ripping her neck with the anger and desperation of a dying animal. Blood filled her mouth and throat, a red filter settled on her eyes as another zombie took a bite at her shoulder, and suddenly more and more of them came out of nowhere, throwing her to the floor and--
And Alice woke up, her hand already on the gun she kept under her pillow all the time and pointing at the wall. Two things were obvious to her; she was terrified once more, and she was well rested, too. Small miracles, really. Sighing, Alice calmed herself. Yet another thing to deal with every night.
[ NFB, NFI. I hadn't forgotten about this, hush. ]