Post by anastacia on Jun 3, 2012 13:10:02 GMT -5
[/li][li]~My Name is Jennifer
Anastacia Rozalin Saldat
PB: Amber Heard
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[/li][li]~I have been role playing for 8 years and I am Advanced.
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~*Full Name: Anastacia Rozalin Saldat
~*Alias: Stacie
~*Age: 23
~*Race: Human Hunter
~*Gender: Female
*Appearance: A deceiving look, Anastasia has the appearance of beauty, innocence, and feminine behavior. Her straight and proper posture mixed with luscious blonde locks give her a pale and angelic look. The hazel eyes reflected like deep pools of wisdom and light. Being a tall ( 5'8" ) female, her long legs give her agility, stamina, and speed. Her light weight gives her flexibility and ability to pull herself onto or into tight places above her head. Despite her girlish figure and look, Anastacia doesn't wear skirts or dresses. Stacie prefers denim shorts with boots to lace with heels. Long sleeve shirts with rolled up sleeves to blouses. Leather bracelets and rings made of rocks to pearls or diamonds. Her country look just makes her pretty face more realistic, but in reality it misinterprets her personality.
~*Personality: This is where things get tricky. Looks like a girly princess-like country girl are lying compared to the heart. Anastacia is a smart-mouthed feminist. With a sharp tongue covered in venom like a marine or a sailor, her language is anything but "lady-like". Stacie is "one of the guys". She doesn't sit with her ankles crossed, or drink tea with her pinkie out. She's a whiskey drinking, cigarette smoking, sex loving hunter who believes in being independent. Her motto being: "Fuck other people's opinions." keeps her going in everyday life. Doing what she wants, when she wants, and not letting anyone tall her she can't. Anastacia has bad habits of taking up the most dangerous missions by herself just to prove that she can do anything just as well (if not better) than the male hunters.
In general, Stacie is rather nice company, but can be quite a handful. She likes to party with the guys, but she needs someone to rope her down to the floor to keep her from losing herself in the clouds. However, Anastacia is not (and will not) searching for any type of relationship, family, or commitment. Living with a free and wild heart, she doesn't want to be fenced in. A bold, opinionated, and free-lance woman, it's hard to get a hold of her, and keep her there. She'll keep going until she runs out of fuel-- unless she's having on helluva hangover.
~*History: What makes a feminist? What makes an independent, crazy, alcoholic woman? The lack of a mother. That's what makes woman turn into "one of the guys". Anastacia grew up without a mother, for she died at child birth. She grew up without siblings. Just her, her dad, and some motorcycles. That would do it, wouldn't it? She fixed motorcycles everyday with her father since she could walk. And because she worked in the shop, her friends were all boys. They came in everyday just to see her, and they all became so close so fast. Stacie learned to weld, to build, to fix, and to adore motor-anything. Becoming obsessed with the wind in her face and driving fast and furious. Going out to drink hard liquor and play pool- because that's what the guys did. It was just something they all did.
After the news of the creatures on the other side, and the men all around her quickly became induced in killing, Anastacia surely followed. They all enrolled in the training facilities (after pushing around a few people to get in). Now, as a hunter, Anstacia lives in her own apartment, but still goes back to the shop everyday-- when she's not causing trouble. The reckless woman had a tendency to venture into the forest alone and fight off beasts herself: alone. Why? Well, normally the answer to that was because she was drunk as hell. But, the vice versa to that would be that she enjoyed the thrill. She enjoyed being close to death, and coming home covered in blood and being able to say that she did a mission all by herself. Even though... no one would praise her. They mostly screamed in rage that she would be so stupid...
~*RP Sample:
OCT. 4th.
I had just returned from trade school, and gotten my tattoo degree. I was staying with my parents after getting a distress call from my mother and how much she missed me. Because the holiday's and my mother's birthday was approaching this month, she wanted me to stay with them for the month. Why not?
Valentina found herself stepping off of a subway with her suitcase packed and ready. A waist length curly red braid trailing down her back in an elegant form as sharp straightened pieces of red hair acted as bangs to frame her angular face as her jade eyes locked against the stairs where her destination laid above. Val walked with the type of pride and posture that almost taunted her superiority over other's. Flaunting a type of superiority and self confidence as she moved into the bright sun overhead. Her diamond nose-stud and earrings blinding her as the sun reflected off of them into her emerald eyes as she squinted in the light and brushed her bangs from her face and pushed a pair of dark sunglasses onto her face. It was probably the brightest autumn that Valentina had ever experienced. The clouds in the sky dissipated into water vapor and the blue sky dominated the air.
Salisbury, NC wasn't a big city by any means. It was a small rather rural village, but during the fall season, the number of trees the town had made the area beautiful. The colors of the trees made it truly beautiful. Miami would have to walk to her parent's house, due to the lack of taxi's and cars in general. Val's Lumiani Elisa boots clicking against the broken sidewalk as she made her way down the street to a small townhouse where she had spent her childhood. Walking into the door, she was instantly greeted by a squealing mother and a smiling father. Nearly toppled over by the sudden hugs and kisses from her parents as Val laughed and kissed them back. The excitement in their faces as amazing as returning to the familiar smell of cinnamon and shaving cream.
So that's how I spent Day 0. Greeting old friends, a big welcoming home with a feast of old friends and family around the table. Laughs and love as always. Plenty of family time and interactions. Boards games, card games, movies and of course, delicious food. It's a shame it couldn't have stayed that way all month. I really wish I could go back to that day. It was a good day.
...
I miss my family.
OCT. 5th
I remember everything. The dream I was having, what position I was laying in. How my hair looked. What I was wearing. How the room smelled and how the air felt. I remember everything about Day 1. Down to the visible dust partials in the illuminating sunrise rays through the window. Everything.
Valentina was sprawled on small bed she used as a teenager. Her room still exactly the same as when she left. Untouched by her nostalgic parents. The young woman's heart beating slow and her breathing deep and tranquil as the sun slowly rose on the horizon. The orange light illuminating through the window and the translucent white curtains as dust particles danced in a ballroom style in the air, revealed by the light. It was the sudden voice yelling hysterically at me, screaming my name. "Val, Val! Val get up!" The ringing voice was loud in her head... Valentina's mothers voice? Val's eyes slowly blinked open, those jade jewels meeting her mother's face as she struggled to see in the foreign light. Her mother's flawless face ruined by an ugly and rather fresh claw mark across her cheek. Her eyes terrified with a odd yellow gleam to them. The woman grabbing her daughter and throwing her to her feet, Valentina stumbling and rubbing her eyes, "Your father has lost it..." The woman whispered helplessly, shaking her daughter a bit as she stared at her. Val brushing messy red curls from her face as she looked at her with a sudden edge of horror, "My God... Mother... what happened to your face?"
"Oh...Oh it's nothing sweetheart." She tried to stay calm like everything was alright, like all mother's did, but her voice and her body were quivering with fear. "Take the keys to the car, and go to the airport, okay?" Valentina almost absorbed her fear and began to shake herself as her mother shoved the keys in her hand as her mother shoved her out of the door, down the steps. The young woman stumbling from sleep as she was bitten by the sudden bitter cold for all Val wore was a white belly shirt and plaid pajama pants. Shivering and in no condition to leave the house- and completely confused, Valentina was pushed into the small neon car as her mother continued to rush her and shut the door behind the quivering woman.
Rolling down the window, the redhead attempted to kiss her mother goodbye, but her mother pulled back, closing her eyes with a painful look and stepping backwards away from her. Not even a kiss goodbye as the rejected woman backed out of the driveway and made her way to the highway.
The highway was at a complete stop. The traffic was so horrendous that there were cars parked on the highway for miles. It came to the point where Valentina stumbled out of the car, her makeup smeared to ugly extents. So exhausted and confused, she was almost dragging herself down the row of cars full of people. Crying. Screaming. Upset. Frustrated. Scared. Why? No one had explained to the poor girl as she looked around. Her hair a complete ratted mess, her clothes dirty and wrinkled. She looked terrible- and someone else seemed to notice. A man farther behind Valentina leaned out his window, suddenly sounding angry and violent, "Hey! It's a walker!" He screamed, getting out of his car. What the Hell was a walker?
He moved towards the woman quickly, Val simply staring at him as he approached her. She was dumbfounded and had no urge to move, but people all around began to scream helplessly like children in a gory horror movie. The man had a blood lust in his eyes, that set Val on edge as she raised her hands in attempt to defend herself, only to find the man grabbing her shoulder and shoving a survival knife into her stomach. In too much shock and pain to make a noise, the woman doubled over against the man, struggling to even breath as her head spun in circles. The pain unbearable.
The man wasn't done. Her grabbed Val's tangled and messy bun and threw her head between his knees and locked her there, so she couldn't move- not that she was going to. The man grabbing her waist and taking the survival knife and slicing it across her abdomen above the stab. At this moment, Valentina screamed in pain- and the world froze in place. The man backing up as she held her stomach that was gushing blood- jewel eyes staring up at him with a pleading look as blood slipped from her rose lips and tears ran from her eyes and slipped down her cheeks. Another man screaming from his car to the man who had stabbed the girl, "Hey! That was a human girl!" Her quivering lips half mouthing half whispering to him, "Why...?"
And that was my last breath. I ended up passing out in a bloody pool on the pavement. People all around screaming. That was what I remembered on the first day of Z-Day. Day 1. I'm not sure if that bastard saved my life by attacking me- or made it worse. I guess I'll never know what happened to those people on the highway. Or those people at the airport.
...
God Help Us.
Day 2.
I didn't know the date. I didn't know the time. All I knew was that something wasn't right. I could have been asleep for years, and I wouldn't have known. I wouldn't know anything. Nothing would be considered sane anymore. Maybe I died that day...
It seemed Valentina was getting a lot of rude awakenings lately. This time worse than the others before her days. When the young woman opened her eyes she had been woken up by the sick smell of... death. Everywhere. Staring up at the white ceiling. Her mouth was dry, her skin was dry, and she wasn't breathing easily. Coughing, and gagging, Val tried to get the saliva to go down her throat in order to hydrate herself enough to breath better. Slowly sitting up, the redhead winced as her stomach let out a complain. The wounds had healed over- at the stitches were glued to them. Fantastically painful, really. The needle in her arm was dry and giving her nothing. But that smell... it was still there. Valentina's eyes trailed slowly to the open door where she saw something she never wanted to see- ever.
It made horror movie look like preschool entertainment.
There, in the other room, the walls and floor were painted red-- with blood. It looked like someone had been bashed around the room like a bouncy ball with wet paint on it. And on the bed was worse. If it wasn't for the stench, Val wouldn't have known it was a human that had been torn apart and eaten by what looked like a pack of wolves. It was horrible. A blood, torn apart, reeking figure sprawled about the hospital bed.
Was that an arm on the ground?
Valentina leaned over the side of the hospital bed, and threw up- not that there was much to vomit. Sitting back up, the dizzy woman pulled the needle from her arm, bandaging it up and wincing as she pulled herself to her feet. 'What the Hell is going on...?!' The redhead moved to the small medical cabinets, ripping out a scalpel and throwing her medical gown to the floor as she took the scalpel to the stitches. She slit each one carefully- but the pain was still predominant. Wincing and whimpering as she pulled each stitch that was almost glued inside of her body out one by one.
I remember almost crying and screaming. But I knew that if I didn't take them out, it would get infected- possible kill me. With what was going on, I couldn't take any chances. I couldn't risk not being able to run or fight. Boy, was I ever right...
It was all over soon enough. Little bubbles of blood appeared where each stitch was pulled- like she had been pricked all along the scars. The relief was heavenly as the young woman tossed the scalpel aside and moved into a small bathroom inside the room. It was disgusting- and dirty. Something green in the sink and in the toilet-- Valentina stayed away from those. Her eyes moved to the mirror as she traced her nude body, pulling her hair out of the messy bun, combing it with her fingers, and putting it into a high-ponytail. Her jade eyes staring deeply at the reflection as she moved to a closet in the room- avoiding the thoughts of her 'neighbor' across the hallway. Shuffling through things, Valentina pulled out a pair of blue medical scrubs before slipping into them and sliding to the door.
Leaning against the frame, the redhead peered out the door carefully and scanned the area. It was worse than what was across the hall. People were massacred everywhere. Not eaten and torn apart- but shot, many times. Laying on the floor, against the wall, ontop of one another-- just killed. Val took in a deep staggered breath as frightened tears streamed down her face before she pivoted out of the door and scanned the hall before carefully making her way down it. Her eyes locking on each person that was tossed aside- murdered. All of them seemed to have bloody shots between the eyes- but they all also had many shots to the torso and legs. What type of psychopath did such things?
It was at the end of the hall where Valentina stopped- suddenly lost. The door which normally led to the lobby was padlocked, chained, and had pieces of wood keeping it shut. On the metal doors was sprayed in paint:
DON'T OPEN INFECTED INSIDE
...
What was in there?
It was a sudden sound that answered Val's thoughts as a moan came from behind the door. And then many moans. And then screams. Hands- tens and tens of hands reached through the cracks of the doors, pushing and slamming against it- screaming like monsters from Hell.
And that's just what they were.
Valetina's heart raced as her eyes widened as she turned, much to fast, and stumbling to her knees before pushing herself to her feet and sprinting down the halls barefooted. Heart racing, head pounding, and her mouth running drier than when she woke up as she ran through the
massacred halls before bursting out of an emergency exit and stopping dead in her tracks. There were thousands of bodies covered by blue tarps laying outside. The smell worse than inside the hospital. If Valentina had found anything to eat- she would have vomited again- but there was nothing left for her to puke.
Stumbling away from the scene, the confused redhead moved out of the hospital parking lot to a familiar park, but there was something there that interested her the most. A sign. It was stabbed into the ground in front of the park's gate. The gate was blocked off by tarp, and the woman moved to the sign so she could read it.
Val stared for a moment as she brushed the dust from the sign peering forward at it, scowling in confusion. Strange things were happening, and Valentina felt her heart racing again. What do you do when even life is more horrifying than the movies you have been watching recently? Pushing her hands behind her back for a moment, the girl turned around and looked behind her at the deserted land she once called home. But curiosity was stronger than fear at the moment. Taking in a deep breath, the girl, dressed in scrubs, climbed the gate barefooted.
Were these the same monsters the hands in the hospital were attached to?
Finally at the top, the redhead peered over the edge at the view below.
The undead. The undead, like the video games. ZOMBIES That's right! She admitted it. Zombies. ZOM-BIES. Val stared down at them, her eyes wide with confusion as the lingering creatures stood around, bumping into one another. They made these disgusting sounds that sent chills down her spine and had her frozen with fear- but she had stayed too long. They began to smell her and groaned and moaned and began to hiss at her. Clawing at the gate and screaming up at her as they reached and growled at her.
Valentina fell off the gate.
She pushed herself away from the gate, panicking and breathing hoarsely as she quickly got to her feet and ran. She ran all the way home, tears streaming down her face. 'Just a nightmare! Just a nightmare!' She would repeat in her mind as she ran barefooted through the streets of Weber, Virgina.
I remember the fear. I was so afraid, so lost, and so confused. I remember feeling so numb that I probably could have ran forever and forever. I was shaking and crying and simply loosing my mind. I was going crazy and my sanity was being drained faster than anyone in the world could ever deal with. I was going to die out there and I knew I was. There was no consideration about it what so ever. I was going to die out there from the unknown darkness that had taken over the world.
Stumbling up to the front door of her parent's house she found the door to be locked, as well as the windows. Her clothes, with the house keys, were still at the hospital. She didn't have the time or the courage to go back so she went around to the garage- that just so happened to be shut... Valentina needed to get in there, to be safe. She needed to get in there to survive! The woman backed up moving over to the Harrison house next door, who's garage was luckily opened. Moving in, the woman grabbed a sludge hammer, and found herself nearly being toppled over by the massive weight. "Jesus..." She moaned and ended up dragging the hammer across the lawn to her own garage. Flexing her arms she threw the hammer over her shoulder and into the garage door. Over and over, she smashed an opening into the garage door.
I remember thinking about how pissed my parents would be. I mean, they would have been soooo mad if they knew that I had destroyed the garage door. They would have flipped their lids! I guess it never crossed my mind that they were dead. I mean, it was dead quiet and there was flesh eating monsters locked in cages. I was in such a fantasy mode I had no idea what was awaiting me. I guess, in all honesty, I thought that I was in a nightmare and it was just too vivid...
Val climbed in through the man hole she had created, her arms sore from nearly throwing herself into the garage from the weight of each swing of the hammer. The car she took was never returned, and the garage looked pretty empty. One one of her Dad's UHR rifles were left and the M9 9 mm Beretta Pistol he used since he was a teenager. Valentina took the rifle and loaded it, slinging it over her back, and loaded the old pistol, just in case. If she was going to be dealing with those things, she would need to be prepared. Dressed in scrubs and holding the guns like some sort of bad ass slasher movie. Hair pulled up into a messy ponytail as she opened the door slowly.
Everything looked just like she had left it in the kitchen at least. Valentina moved very slowly into the living room. The only difference here was a knocked over lamp that had shattered on the floor and had never been picked back up. Moving through the room, the redhead moved to the stairs and jogged up them to her room where her bed was still unmade from when her mother had dragged her out of bed. Moving to her closet she set down the pistol and took off the rife, shutting the door and slipping off her dirty clothes. Val changed completely, too frightened to take a shower, into some jeans stuffed into tall black boots, a white tank top, a black leather jacket, and some black motorcycle gloves. Snapping on a belt, she put the rifle back on her back and turned the pistol on safety and stuffed it in her pants for a moment as she searched through her closet some more.
A pack of cigarettes went into her pocket and a picture of her parents on their wedding day as well. Sighing heavily the redhead made her way to go scan the rest of the house. She was feeling the solemn world around her, and a bit of exhaustion from the mental stress already. Picking her way through the bathroom she swished her mouth with a bottle of mouth wash for a minute, too afraid to turn on the water. She picked up one of the medical masks that her mother used to put on her when she was younger when she was sick so she could still go to school. They were rather fond memories that bothered her as she continued to move slowly through the house. When she stopped at her parents door, the same stench that the hospital once had filled her nose. Valentina shuddered closing her eyes as she took in staggered deep breaths.
I knew what was in there. I knew it long before I opened the door. I just didn't want to admit it. My mother was a saint. She sacrificed her life for me and my father both. For God's sake she put a gun to her own husband's head. She was a woman of her word. She was a woman of God. I loved her so much. I really wish I could have stayed behind with her and saved her. My father was at a loss, for he was one of the first to be infected... But my mother? I could have saved her. I really could have...
Two rotting corpses. One, a woman sprawled on a bed, gun in hand, with a pool of blood under her and a spray of blood on the wall. Suicide. The other, a zombie that resembled a well dressed man that had been shot multiple times in the head. Homicide. Valentina's parents. She trembled and moved to the woman as she picked her up and caressed her scratched face to her bosom. "Mama...! No no no no!" She sobbed caressing her and kissing her forehead as she pushed her hair from her face. "Mommy!" She screamed in a childish manner of agony as she moved from to woman to the man sobbing as she pushed on his chest as though to wake him up, "Daddy! D-D-daddy! Please!" She cried again sobbing as she pulled at his tie.
A groan from behind her.
"Mama!"
I was ignorant. I was naive. I was so heartbroken and in so much pain that it never occurred to me that my parents were infected. It never occurred to me that it was impossible for someone to be shot in the head, lay there for days, and still be alive. I just wanted her to be alive. I just wanted it to all be a mistake and a bad dream. It was all I wanted. I was dumbfounded by agony. I shot my own mother-- No. I shot a beast that looked like my mother. I shot a monster that infected my mother's body. I ended up dragging myself out of the house and drinking my self into a sobbing and numb sleep on the couch in the living room. I couldn't handle that sort of pain- I never had to. I was not prepared for this lifestyle...
And I never would be...
I had just returned from trade school, and gotten my tattoo degree. I was staying with my parents after getting a distress call from my mother and how much she missed me. Because the holiday's and my mother's birthday was approaching this month, she wanted me to stay with them for the month. Why not?
Valentina found herself stepping off of a subway with her suitcase packed and ready. A waist length curly red braid trailing down her back in an elegant form as sharp straightened pieces of red hair acted as bangs to frame her angular face as her jade eyes locked against the stairs where her destination laid above. Val walked with the type of pride and posture that almost taunted her superiority over other's. Flaunting a type of superiority and self confidence as she moved into the bright sun overhead. Her diamond nose-stud and earrings blinding her as the sun reflected off of them into her emerald eyes as she squinted in the light and brushed her bangs from her face and pushed a pair of dark sunglasses onto her face. It was probably the brightest autumn that Valentina had ever experienced. The clouds in the sky dissipated into water vapor and the blue sky dominated the air.
Salisbury, NC wasn't a big city by any means. It was a small rather rural village, but during the fall season, the number of trees the town had made the area beautiful. The colors of the trees made it truly beautiful. Miami would have to walk to her parent's house, due to the lack of taxi's and cars in general. Val's Lumiani Elisa boots clicking against the broken sidewalk as she made her way down the street to a small townhouse where she had spent her childhood. Walking into the door, she was instantly greeted by a squealing mother and a smiling father. Nearly toppled over by the sudden hugs and kisses from her parents as Val laughed and kissed them back. The excitement in their faces as amazing as returning to the familiar smell of cinnamon and shaving cream.
So that's how I spent Day 0. Greeting old friends, a big welcoming home with a feast of old friends and family around the table. Laughs and love as always. Plenty of family time and interactions. Boards games, card games, movies and of course, delicious food. It's a shame it couldn't have stayed that way all month. I really wish I could go back to that day. It was a good day.
...
I miss my family.
OCT. 5th
I remember everything. The dream I was having, what position I was laying in. How my hair looked. What I was wearing. How the room smelled and how the air felt. I remember everything about Day 1. Down to the visible dust partials in the illuminating sunrise rays through the window. Everything.
Valentina was sprawled on small bed she used as a teenager. Her room still exactly the same as when she left. Untouched by her nostalgic parents. The young woman's heart beating slow and her breathing deep and tranquil as the sun slowly rose on the horizon. The orange light illuminating through the window and the translucent white curtains as dust particles danced in a ballroom style in the air, revealed by the light. It was the sudden voice yelling hysterically at me, screaming my name. "Val, Val! Val get up!" The ringing voice was loud in her head... Valentina's mothers voice? Val's eyes slowly blinked open, those jade jewels meeting her mother's face as she struggled to see in the foreign light. Her mother's flawless face ruined by an ugly and rather fresh claw mark across her cheek. Her eyes terrified with a odd yellow gleam to them. The woman grabbing her daughter and throwing her to her feet, Valentina stumbling and rubbing her eyes, "Your father has lost it..." The woman whispered helplessly, shaking her daughter a bit as she stared at her. Val brushing messy red curls from her face as she looked at her with a sudden edge of horror, "My God... Mother... what happened to your face?"
"Oh...Oh it's nothing sweetheart." She tried to stay calm like everything was alright, like all mother's did, but her voice and her body were quivering with fear. "Take the keys to the car, and go to the airport, okay?" Valentina almost absorbed her fear and began to shake herself as her mother shoved the keys in her hand as her mother shoved her out of the door, down the steps. The young woman stumbling from sleep as she was bitten by the sudden bitter cold for all Val wore was a white belly shirt and plaid pajama pants. Shivering and in no condition to leave the house- and completely confused, Valentina was pushed into the small neon car as her mother continued to rush her and shut the door behind the quivering woman.
Rolling down the window, the redhead attempted to kiss her mother goodbye, but her mother pulled back, closing her eyes with a painful look and stepping backwards away from her. Not even a kiss goodbye as the rejected woman backed out of the driveway and made her way to the highway.
The highway was at a complete stop. The traffic was so horrendous that there were cars parked on the highway for miles. It came to the point where Valentina stumbled out of the car, her makeup smeared to ugly extents. So exhausted and confused, she was almost dragging herself down the row of cars full of people. Crying. Screaming. Upset. Frustrated. Scared. Why? No one had explained to the poor girl as she looked around. Her hair a complete ratted mess, her clothes dirty and wrinkled. She looked terrible- and someone else seemed to notice. A man farther behind Valentina leaned out his window, suddenly sounding angry and violent, "Hey! It's a walker!" He screamed, getting out of his car. What the Hell was a walker?
He moved towards the woman quickly, Val simply staring at him as he approached her. She was dumbfounded and had no urge to move, but people all around began to scream helplessly like children in a gory horror movie. The man had a blood lust in his eyes, that set Val on edge as she raised her hands in attempt to defend herself, only to find the man grabbing her shoulder and shoving a survival knife into her stomach. In too much shock and pain to make a noise, the woman doubled over against the man, struggling to even breath as her head spun in circles. The pain unbearable.
The man wasn't done. Her grabbed Val's tangled and messy bun and threw her head between his knees and locked her there, so she couldn't move- not that she was going to. The man grabbing her waist and taking the survival knife and slicing it across her abdomen above the stab. At this moment, Valentina screamed in pain- and the world froze in place. The man backing up as she held her stomach that was gushing blood- jewel eyes staring up at him with a pleading look as blood slipped from her rose lips and tears ran from her eyes and slipped down her cheeks. Another man screaming from his car to the man who had stabbed the girl, "Hey! That was a human girl!" Her quivering lips half mouthing half whispering to him, "Why...?"
And that was my last breath. I ended up passing out in a bloody pool on the pavement. People all around screaming. That was what I remembered on the first day of Z-Day. Day 1. I'm not sure if that bastard saved my life by attacking me- or made it worse. I guess I'll never know what happened to those people on the highway. Or those people at the airport.
...
God Help Us.
Day 2.
I didn't know the date. I didn't know the time. All I knew was that something wasn't right. I could have been asleep for years, and I wouldn't have known. I wouldn't know anything. Nothing would be considered sane anymore. Maybe I died that day...
It seemed Valentina was getting a lot of rude awakenings lately. This time worse than the others before her days. When the young woman opened her eyes she had been woken up by the sick smell of... death. Everywhere. Staring up at the white ceiling. Her mouth was dry, her skin was dry, and she wasn't breathing easily. Coughing, and gagging, Val tried to get the saliva to go down her throat in order to hydrate herself enough to breath better. Slowly sitting up, the redhead winced as her stomach let out a complain. The wounds had healed over- at the stitches were glued to them. Fantastically painful, really. The needle in her arm was dry and giving her nothing. But that smell... it was still there. Valentina's eyes trailed slowly to the open door where she saw something she never wanted to see- ever.
It made horror movie look like preschool entertainment.
There, in the other room, the walls and floor were painted red-- with blood. It looked like someone had been bashed around the room like a bouncy ball with wet paint on it. And on the bed was worse. If it wasn't for the stench, Val wouldn't have known it was a human that had been torn apart and eaten by what looked like a pack of wolves. It was horrible. A blood, torn apart, reeking figure sprawled about the hospital bed.
Was that an arm on the ground?
Valentina leaned over the side of the hospital bed, and threw up- not that there was much to vomit. Sitting back up, the dizzy woman pulled the needle from her arm, bandaging it up and wincing as she pulled herself to her feet. 'What the Hell is going on...?!' The redhead moved to the small medical cabinets, ripping out a scalpel and throwing her medical gown to the floor as she took the scalpel to the stitches. She slit each one carefully- but the pain was still predominant. Wincing and whimpering as she pulled each stitch that was almost glued inside of her body out one by one.
I remember almost crying and screaming. But I knew that if I didn't take them out, it would get infected- possible kill me. With what was going on, I couldn't take any chances. I couldn't risk not being able to run or fight. Boy, was I ever right...
It was all over soon enough. Little bubbles of blood appeared where each stitch was pulled- like she had been pricked all along the scars. The relief was heavenly as the young woman tossed the scalpel aside and moved into a small bathroom inside the room. It was disgusting- and dirty. Something green in the sink and in the toilet-- Valentina stayed away from those. Her eyes moved to the mirror as she traced her nude body, pulling her hair out of the messy bun, combing it with her fingers, and putting it into a high-ponytail. Her jade eyes staring deeply at the reflection as she moved to a closet in the room- avoiding the thoughts of her 'neighbor' across the hallway. Shuffling through things, Valentina pulled out a pair of blue medical scrubs before slipping into them and sliding to the door.
Leaning against the frame, the redhead peered out the door carefully and scanned the area. It was worse than what was across the hall. People were massacred everywhere. Not eaten and torn apart- but shot, many times. Laying on the floor, against the wall, ontop of one another-- just killed. Val took in a deep staggered breath as frightened tears streamed down her face before she pivoted out of the door and scanned the hall before carefully making her way down it. Her eyes locking on each person that was tossed aside- murdered. All of them seemed to have bloody shots between the eyes- but they all also had many shots to the torso and legs. What type of psychopath did such things?
It was at the end of the hall where Valentina stopped- suddenly lost. The door which normally led to the lobby was padlocked, chained, and had pieces of wood keeping it shut. On the metal doors was sprayed in paint:
DON'T OPEN INFECTED INSIDE
...
What was in there?
It was a sudden sound that answered Val's thoughts as a moan came from behind the door. And then many moans. And then screams. Hands- tens and tens of hands reached through the cracks of the doors, pushing and slamming against it- screaming like monsters from Hell.
And that's just what they were.
Valetina's heart raced as her eyes widened as she turned, much to fast, and stumbling to her knees before pushing herself to her feet and sprinting down the halls barefooted. Heart racing, head pounding, and her mouth running drier than when she woke up as she ran through the
massacred halls before bursting out of an emergency exit and stopping dead in her tracks. There were thousands of bodies covered by blue tarps laying outside. The smell worse than inside the hospital. If Valentina had found anything to eat- she would have vomited again- but there was nothing left for her to puke.
Stumbling away from the scene, the confused redhead moved out of the hospital parking lot to a familiar park, but there was something there that interested her the most. A sign. It was stabbed into the ground in front of the park's gate. The gate was blocked off by tarp, and the woman moved to the sign so she could read it.
Val stared for a moment as she brushed the dust from the sign peering forward at it, scowling in confusion. Strange things were happening, and Valentina felt her heart racing again. What do you do when even life is more horrifying than the movies you have been watching recently? Pushing her hands behind her back for a moment, the girl turned around and looked behind her at the deserted land she once called home. But curiosity was stronger than fear at the moment. Taking in a deep breath, the girl, dressed in scrubs, climbed the gate barefooted.
Were these the same monsters the hands in the hospital were attached to?
Finally at the top, the redhead peered over the edge at the view below.
The undead. The undead, like the video games. ZOMBIES That's right! She admitted it. Zombies. ZOM-BIES. Val stared down at them, her eyes wide with confusion as the lingering creatures stood around, bumping into one another. They made these disgusting sounds that sent chills down her spine and had her frozen with fear- but she had stayed too long. They began to smell her and groaned and moaned and began to hiss at her. Clawing at the gate and screaming up at her as they reached and growled at her.
Valentina fell off the gate.
She pushed herself away from the gate, panicking and breathing hoarsely as she quickly got to her feet and ran. She ran all the way home, tears streaming down her face. 'Just a nightmare! Just a nightmare!' She would repeat in her mind as she ran barefooted through the streets of Weber, Virgina.
I remember the fear. I was so afraid, so lost, and so confused. I remember feeling so numb that I probably could have ran forever and forever. I was shaking and crying and simply loosing my mind. I was going crazy and my sanity was being drained faster than anyone in the world could ever deal with. I was going to die out there and I knew I was. There was no consideration about it what so ever. I was going to die out there from the unknown darkness that had taken over the world.
Stumbling up to the front door of her parent's house she found the door to be locked, as well as the windows. Her clothes, with the house keys, were still at the hospital. She didn't have the time or the courage to go back so she went around to the garage- that just so happened to be shut... Valentina needed to get in there, to be safe. She needed to get in there to survive! The woman backed up moving over to the Harrison house next door, who's garage was luckily opened. Moving in, the woman grabbed a sludge hammer, and found herself nearly being toppled over by the massive weight. "Jesus..." She moaned and ended up dragging the hammer across the lawn to her own garage. Flexing her arms she threw the hammer over her shoulder and into the garage door. Over and over, she smashed an opening into the garage door.
I remember thinking about how pissed my parents would be. I mean, they would have been soooo mad if they knew that I had destroyed the garage door. They would have flipped their lids! I guess it never crossed my mind that they were dead. I mean, it was dead quiet and there was flesh eating monsters locked in cages. I was in such a fantasy mode I had no idea what was awaiting me. I guess, in all honesty, I thought that I was in a nightmare and it was just too vivid...
Val climbed in through the man hole she had created, her arms sore from nearly throwing herself into the garage from the weight of each swing of the hammer. The car she took was never returned, and the garage looked pretty empty. One one of her Dad's UHR rifles were left and the M9 9 mm Beretta Pistol he used since he was a teenager. Valentina took the rifle and loaded it, slinging it over her back, and loaded the old pistol, just in case. If she was going to be dealing with those things, she would need to be prepared. Dressed in scrubs and holding the guns like some sort of bad ass slasher movie. Hair pulled up into a messy ponytail as she opened the door slowly.
Everything looked just like she had left it in the kitchen at least. Valentina moved very slowly into the living room. The only difference here was a knocked over lamp that had shattered on the floor and had never been picked back up. Moving through the room, the redhead moved to the stairs and jogged up them to her room where her bed was still unmade from when her mother had dragged her out of bed. Moving to her closet she set down the pistol and took off the rife, shutting the door and slipping off her dirty clothes. Val changed completely, too frightened to take a shower, into some jeans stuffed into tall black boots, a white tank top, a black leather jacket, and some black motorcycle gloves. Snapping on a belt, she put the rifle back on her back and turned the pistol on safety and stuffed it in her pants for a moment as she searched through her closet some more.
A pack of cigarettes went into her pocket and a picture of her parents on their wedding day as well. Sighing heavily the redhead made her way to go scan the rest of the house. She was feeling the solemn world around her, and a bit of exhaustion from the mental stress already. Picking her way through the bathroom she swished her mouth with a bottle of mouth wash for a minute, too afraid to turn on the water. She picked up one of the medical masks that her mother used to put on her when she was younger when she was sick so she could still go to school. They were rather fond memories that bothered her as she continued to move slowly through the house. When she stopped at her parents door, the same stench that the hospital once had filled her nose. Valentina shuddered closing her eyes as she took in staggered deep breaths.
I knew what was in there. I knew it long before I opened the door. I just didn't want to admit it. My mother was a saint. She sacrificed her life for me and my father both. For God's sake she put a gun to her own husband's head. She was a woman of her word. She was a woman of God. I loved her so much. I really wish I could have stayed behind with her and saved her. My father was at a loss, for he was one of the first to be infected... But my mother? I could have saved her. I really could have...
Two rotting corpses. One, a woman sprawled on a bed, gun in hand, with a pool of blood under her and a spray of blood on the wall. Suicide. The other, a zombie that resembled a well dressed man that had been shot multiple times in the head. Homicide. Valentina's parents. She trembled and moved to the woman as she picked her up and caressed her scratched face to her bosom. "Mama...! No no no no!" She sobbed caressing her and kissing her forehead as she pushed her hair from her face. "Mommy!" She screamed in a childish manner of agony as she moved from to woman to the man sobbing as she pushed on his chest as though to wake him up, "Daddy! D-D-daddy! Please!" She cried again sobbing as she pulled at his tie.
A groan from behind her.
"Mama!"
I was ignorant. I was naive. I was so heartbroken and in so much pain that it never occurred to me that my parents were infected. It never occurred to me that it was impossible for someone to be shot in the head, lay there for days, and still be alive. I just wanted her to be alive. I just wanted it to all be a mistake and a bad dream. It was all I wanted. I was dumbfounded by agony. I shot my own mother-- No. I shot a beast that looked like my mother. I shot a monster that infected my mother's body. I ended up dragging myself out of the house and drinking my self into a sobbing and numb sleep on the couch in the living room. I couldn't handle that sort of pain- I never had to. I was not prepared for this lifestyle...
And I never would be...
Optional
*What you want to see happen to your character:
I would like to see Stacie get involved as a human on the werewolf and/or vampires side because a realization that she's killing beasts with families, love, life, and friendship.
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Don't eat her! D:
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