"Everything's gonna be fine, Ivy," Ingrid stated with determination, as if trying to believe the words herself. "I can handle the truth!" Ivy said with a frown, knowing that Ingrid was not being completely honest.. "I'm almost 10! Double digits!!" Ivy said excitedly, smiling and putting her human arm on Ingrid to comfort her. Ingrid pulled her in for a hug. "Mom and dad are most likely.. not going to be seen again," Ingrid couldn't bring herself to say that they were dead. "They worked for some very dumb and stupid rotten mean old cruel disgusting people. Mom and dad were probably some of the most intelligent people in the world, so they were pretty up close and personal with every repugnant experiment that was done at the company," Ingrid had to pause as Ivy interrupted her, "in English, please. I don't do big words." Ingrid laughed shakily. "Anyway, the company tried everything from trying to stay young forever to speeding up normal human healing time. These aren't the kind of things humans should be able to control, Ivy. They were trying to play god, trying to bring people back from the dead.. when mom and dad realized what was going on, they hired a small and secret team of workers to build this bunker as a safe haven for us. The alarm that rang at our house was the alarm that warned us of something being awfully wrong and to retreat here immediately, with or without them. It was not a drill, and I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, Ivy.." Ingrid trailed off, leaving them both in silence for a few minutes.
Ezekiel coughed and sat up, ruining the silence. "Hey, what happened back there?" Ingrid demanded him. "Some angel comes to save the day, only to pass out?" She had slight accusation in her voice. "Ivy," Ezekiel said, ignoring Ingrid. Ivy's eyes widened in surprise and childlike curiosity. "How do you know my name?" Ivy asked Ezekiel. He simply lifted a finger, pointing at Ivy's bookbag, which had her name printed on it. "Oh," Ivy said in slight disappointment, obviously deflated. "I thought that it was angel magic or something.." she said, which earned a small smile from Ezekiel. She smiled back, instantly trusting him. "Can we keep him, Ingrid, pretty pleeeeeaaaaase? He can protect us until mom and dad come get us!" She pleaded. "We don't even know his name, Ivy," Ingrid said with a strained and untrusting smile at Ezekiel. "I am Ezekiel. You can call me Zeke," Ezekiel said with more casualness and calmness, remembering how fun it was to talk again.
Andy sat up, like that of a cartoon, rubbing his head slightly, almost comically. "Run!! They're coming!!" The man shouted, right next to Andy's ear. "Damn dude what's your f---ing problem?" Andy asked him in extreme annoyance. That had been number 4, four times in all of his life that he had fallen down in his beloved heels. The guy looked around franticly, paranoid. Andy wondered if he had, in fact, espaced from a mental asylum of some kind. "Hey.. calm down," Andy said gently. A sound was heard, like a gargle and a moan combined, and the guy seemed terrified of it. "What was that?" Andy asked him, but all he got in response was a shrill scream, a petrified scream. "They killed them, they killed them, they ate them!" The guy sped away, tears strolling down his eyes. "Ava.. we should go," Andy said with alarm.
Lol!! Jax is a good boi though, he wouldn't beat you up without a reason, or for self defense uwu))
Jax took a deep breath in, finishing his meditation with a sigh. He opened his eyes. Okay, so he needed a plan. He could stay at his grandpa's house for the time being, but he would have to go out into the backyard and into the shed to get some supplies to board up the windows and doors. More likely than not, he'd have to make multiple trips to get enough wood. Jax set down his getaway bag on the kitchen table and crept at the back door with his longstaff in hand. There was broken glass and blood on the floor, and the door's window was cracked and broken. Jax hadn't even noticed it earlier. Something must've happened to his grandfather here, and not too long ago since the blood was quite fresh. Jax said a quick prayer and ran into the backyard. There was no one around so he was good for now. He threw open the shed and got as much wood as he could carry, which was quite a lot for a fit and muscular young man as himself. Jax bolted back into the house, dropping the wood on the floor of the kitchen, in front of the oven. He repeated this process another time. When he turned to go again, there were sounds in the air, like a bird drowning, and moans that sounded almost windlike, fading into the air as soon as it left the someone's lips.. or something. The zombies, quite a lot now, had easily spread the infection throughout the neighborhood, ever since that truck driver was bitten. The sound seemed to be all over Jax, just outside his walls and miles away at the same time.. He could see no one in sight of his backyard, though. Jax really needed one more round of wood if he really wanted the first floor to be secure, so he took a chance and booked it, hoping that the zombies from the front of the house wouldn't care to venture back here, or that if any zombies lied in the woods of his backyard, then they wouldn't see him.
Ezekiel stood up and stretched a little. "I apologize if I alarmed you, fair maiden," Ezekiel said to Ingrid. She blushed. "Fair maiden? What century did you crawl out of?" She flared, turning away from him. Ezekiel chuckled and turned to Ivy. "Your sister is quite a .. how do you say.. catch? Though I imagine if anyone attempted to throw her she'd break their hand," he said. Ivy giggled. "She so is!! Once, a boy knocked on our door with flowers for her, and she kicked him, saying that he was trying to kill her with thorns!" Ivy replied to Ezekiel. They both laughed, making Ingrid even redder. "Hey, shut up! I said I was sorry to the kid! He wasn't even my type!" Ingrid said. "What is your 'type', then?" Ezekiel asked, tilting his head slightly in curiousity. He truly was just curious. To anyone else, it'd seem like he was flirting. "Certainly not little angel boys who break our only means of transportation!" Ingrid said with a huff, referring to the bike.
"You crashed into [i]me[/]." Ezekiel said with a sigh. "Po-tae-toe, po-tah-toe," Ingrid said sticking out her tongue. "The point is, I have no way to go around the city now, except on foot," Ingrid said. Suddenly, there was a chilled silence. "Y-you're gonna go back out..?" Ivy asked. "I have to. We're gonna run out of food eventually, and we have no means of communication. Mom and dad didn't have time to set up cable on this TV yet, so even that doesn't work. We need to know what's going on outside of these walls." Ingrid reasoned. "Besides," she said gently, kneeling down and facing Ivy eye to eye, "I got claustrophobia," Ingrid said, causing Ivy and her to burst out laughing. Ezekiel looked at them in confusion. "It's an inside joke," Ingrid said, still chuckling. "You wouldn't get it," Ivy added.
Ava arised from the underbrush, shaking off some leaves from underneath her hooves. The gurgling moaning noise got louder, closer, echoing from all around them. No words were exchanged, Ava simply ran, Andy easily striding alongside her. Normally he couldn't keep up with the unicorn hybrid, but adrenaline kept him going. "Are we really getting worked up over some crazy guy," Andy gasped out. "You heard what was back there, Andy," Ava replied simply, unwinded. She was a really good runner, no surprise there. They got close to Andy's house, which was luckily a few buildings down from the woods they were in. Unfortunately, though Andy was an amazing person who could do extraordinary dance feats in heels, running in them was pushing the limits, even for him. He tripped, tumbling, and his bookbag caught onto a bush. It burst open and out fell Andy's hair supplies, dancing shoes, his spellbook, and his wand. He scrambled to get them all back in the bag. Ava leaned down and helped. They were lucky to have stopped, though. Outside the forest, the world was in shambles. Surrounding the woods were zombies, lounging around slowly and searching for live human souls to sink their bloody teeth into. "Could just be some kind of con.." Ava said when she spotted them. She was proven wrong when a zombie bit the leg off of a little girl; she screeched in pain. When Ava saw this, she frowned. "Guess we can't take you home.." she said grimly. Andy had gotten all of his things, though now he held the bag at an angle so they wouldn't fall out of a hole. He didn't respond. "I'll take you to my little hideout, then. Follow me," she instructed. Andy did, of course. He had nowhere else to go. He couldn't keep up with her like before, his adrenaline was replaced with gloom.
Jax grabbed the last needed supply of wooden pieces, holding as much as he could carry and more. He could barely see where he was going as he ran back towards the entrance to the kitchen. Because of this, he didn't see the zombie, shambling along the ground at the side of his house. It sped up it's crooked walk once it saw Jax, and right before Jax could enter the back door, the zombie grabbed his arm and he inevitably tripped, knocking away all of the wood he was holding and falling with a hard thud. The zombie attempted to take a bite out of his foot, but Jax picked up his longstaff and banged it's head in mercilessly until it became still, dead once again. With horror, he saw that the zombie had been Ms. Sherrie, his neighbor. Jax said a quick prayer and picked the boards of wood up, taking his time to get it since he was closer to the kitchen door now. He shut the kitchen door and shakily boarded it up. Jax took the toolbox he had packed in his getaway bag out and used a hammer to bang nail after nail into the wood, giving the door sturdy support. Next, he began on the windows. He continued until all of the first floor was unenterable, and unexitable.
I'm progressively making each post longer and I need to S T O P )
Ingrid and Ivy finished up their laughter. Ivy suddenly opened her eyes wide in fear. Ezekiel was alarmed, but Ingrid simply sighed. Ivy began to shake and tears poured down her face. "N-no," she said, her voice trembling. "Miss Ivy?" Ezekiel asked, waving a hand in front of her face. Ivy didn't seem to see him. "This happens sometimes," Ingrid explained. "She relives this awful kidnapping that happened to her. I've tried everything, there's nothing we can do but watch her until it's over. She can't see us anymore," Ingrid said, tears starting to come into her eyes as well, seeing her little sister in so much pain. "How long does it last?" Ezekiel asked Ingrid. "Sometimes minutes, sometimes hours," Ingrid replied, "I've watched this enough times, though.. I- I think I can trust you enough to watch her while I venture out for a while," Ingrid turned away, her shoulders shaking. As she walked out the barred door, Ingrid also added, "by the way, if it turns out I can't trust you enough, I'll literally kill your angelic ass and hand it over to God on a silver f---ing platter. Use those powers of yours and put it to good use. Protect my sister until I return." Ingrid shut the door, walked down the short hallway, and began to climb the ladder.
Ezekiel shuddered at Ingrid's threat, her authoritive tone of voice obviously not bluffing. He put a hand on Ivy's shouler, which she cringed away from. "Mommy says I shouldn't go with strangers," her small, scared voice whispered quietly. "No, I don't want to go!" Ivy yelled. She screeched and kicked at nothing in particular. Ezekiel could almost feel her pain, but like Ingrid said, there was nothing he could do. Still, he tried. "Ivy!" Ezekiel shouted. Ivy did not respond. Her breathing became labored, her hands were trembling hard. Ezekiel wished he had questioned Ingrid more before she left, whatever this child went through seemed absolutely horrifying.
Andy and Ava were running much faster now, a few paces back Ava finally convinced Andy to take off his heels. He had on some converse now. "These converse are for aesthetic purposes and they're getting ruined by the mud!" Andy complained. "Who cares about aesthetic pictures? Social media is probably going to crumble soon!" Ava replied to him. They reached Ava's lamdmark; a lone bush that stood awkwardly in a somewhat clear patch of field. It appeared randomly a few months ago but it really helped her out with direction. "This way," Ava instructed, pointing left. Before they could run off again, a red haired girl emerged from the bush. Andy laughed and clapped his hands. "Oh great, crazy people are all over now I guess!" The girl looked at them in confusion. "You guys are .. human right? You aren't some crazy experiment? You aren't infected?" The red haired girl asked. "Why are you so deep in the woods?" She continued. "Woah sis, hold up! We should be asking you the same thing," Ava said in retaliation. "Yeah," Andy agreed, snapping his hands like a diva.
Once Jax felt somewhat safe in his newly reinforced home, he began to turn off every light in order to make whatever was out there not be interested in an "empty" house. The house in itself was terrifying, it was pretty large and Jax had never felt so utterly alone and abandoned. At every turn he expected to find a zombie, having found some way to break in. It was pitch-black dark, nightfall had come and the town around him was in silence. Of course, there were also the moans of the dead, similar to that of the wails of the damned, crying out for help and in hunger if you listened closely enough.
Jax decided that every room in the house would not be needed, and he began to take all of the necessities for a temporary haven to the attic. Walking around this large and empty house would drive him mad, so he settled on the room that felt the safest. Even if the zombies made it through the barricade, he doubted that they'd be able to climb up the attic ladder.
"I don't have time for this," Ingrid rolled her eyes at the black haired boy and brown haired.. boy? A cute one, at that. The brown haired one had what appeared to be a unicorn horn, and horse legs. "If you're not infected, then just be on your way, or I'll have to kill you," Ingrid said. "Already the good citizens have started to turn on each other?," The black haired boy said with a dramatic hand gesture. "I'm not turning on you, I just don't trust you. Be on your way and don't come near this area again," Ingrid said blatantly. "Why not? You hiding something?" The brown haired unicorn person asked, taking a step toward Ingrid. Ingrid posed in a fighting stance. Unicorn or not, this guy was going down. The black haired boy pulled out a stick from his bookbag, which confused Ingrid.
"Why do you have that knife?" Ivy shouted. At this point, Ezekiel had his ears covered with his hand, trying to block out the screams of the tortured child. Ivy began to kick and flail around, and though Ezekiel tried to hold down her arms to hold her down, she ended up kicking him in his back, which made him yelp and jump away in pain. On his back were his broken wings, Ezekiel hadn't had the ability to fly in years. He made a groan of pain.
Then, with just as much suddenness as it had started, Ivy stopped. Her breathing slowed down until it was calm and steady. She sat up. So what kind of hobbies do you like to do?" Ivy asked Ezekiel, like nothing had ever happened.