Post by Taloula Belle on May 14, 2008 13:07:03 GMT -5
So exhausted... last night Taloula had collapsed in the railway station with some of her team members and other survivors for company. How long had this most recent zombie siege gone on? Days? It felt like weeks to her tired body. Again and again she would rise with little energy to do whatever she could - heal survivors.. bring blessed life to zombies... barricade buildings against the menace without. Again and again she would collapse bone weary. With each day her supplies had been consumed by her efforts and there was no time to get more. Soon she would run out.... of everything. When would this horror end?
Taloula wandered the railway station before she rested, checking on her fellow survivors to see if anyone was in dire need. Satisfied that everyone was at least physically well, she tested the barricades carefully, troubling thoughts swirling through her mind. In the past few days she had seen many come through the station and the nearby Necrotech building obviously newly blessed with life again. But they did not seem relieved as she expected them to be. They seemed angry and the fire of revenge burned in their eyes.
This is something she would never understand. Life was a gift. It is precious. The zombie curse was an unspeakable horror - robbing all of life and the afterlife beyond. There was nothing more beautiful for her than to return life to those afflicted. But perhaps she underestimated the infection, for many that were zombies, especially those suffering for a long time, did not embrace life again. They only sought death again and revenge against those who had granted them ease from their suffering. Was it the infection? Did it give some so much of a taste for death that they even sought their own? Was it that some could not live with the burden of the horrific things that had done as undead? Taloula did not know, but she would continue to try to understand. It was vital to everyone to understand - for those with the curse and those who still survived alive.
She pulled her mind back from these thoughts as she retested the barricades. Satisfied that they were as strong as they could be, she found an empty bench near the others and laid her head down to rest. She fell into a sound sleep. The last few days had taken their toll upon her. So sound a sleep that she did not hear when the zombies pulled the barricades down piece by piece. She did awake with a start as the first set of claws raked across her skin. Taloula struggled weakly but there were too many of them. Her terrified scream filled the station when the bite came, filling her blood with the foul infection. Oh, God, not again!
Her head swam, this time not with her thoughts, but with the vile toxin that coursed through her body making her too incapacitated to do anything. Death was not merciful. It did not come swiftly. A claw.. a bite... claw.. feasting on her flesh as she still lived. When death finally came it was not with relief that she would see the life beyond, but with dread that she was doomed to a horrible existence.
After some time Taloula rose, on shaking legs. There was a shred of what she once was still within her as the infection was still new. She shambled on unsteady limbs out of the railway station and through the streets. She needed to find help before it was too late. The hunger had not started yet, but when it did there would be little she could do to control it. Through the streets of Molebank she wandered searching for a familiar face and hoping she would recognize one if she did see it. Not this existence. Life.. Life... LIFE..
Exhausted even in this form, she swayed on her feet outside the local pub. A pitiful moan escaped her lips. From the shadows came a figure slowly. Was it the slow movement of another undead? No, it was the caution of a survivor living in a sea of death and destruction. She looked up and through a green haze she could see him barely - dressed in greys and blacks, his gore covered axe at his side. An old memory barely flickered in her infected brain. Richard Freiman.... friend.. yes.. ally. With the skill that comes from practice, he brought the cold syringe to her neck and injected her life-giving serum. As life slowly returned to her body, Richard guided her to the ground. Too weak to do anything, she could only hope that he could see the intense relief and gratitude that shone in her eyes.
Thank you, Richard!!! Thank you to everyone that is fighting to defend Molebank right now.
If anyone needs anything please drop by the 10 Minutes from Hell forums. We are still alive (mostly) and kicking!
Taloula wandered the railway station before she rested, checking on her fellow survivors to see if anyone was in dire need. Satisfied that everyone was at least physically well, she tested the barricades carefully, troubling thoughts swirling through her mind. In the past few days she had seen many come through the station and the nearby Necrotech building obviously newly blessed with life again. But they did not seem relieved as she expected them to be. They seemed angry and the fire of revenge burned in their eyes.
This is something she would never understand. Life was a gift. It is precious. The zombie curse was an unspeakable horror - robbing all of life and the afterlife beyond. There was nothing more beautiful for her than to return life to those afflicted. But perhaps she underestimated the infection, for many that were zombies, especially those suffering for a long time, did not embrace life again. They only sought death again and revenge against those who had granted them ease from their suffering. Was it the infection? Did it give some so much of a taste for death that they even sought their own? Was it that some could not live with the burden of the horrific things that had done as undead? Taloula did not know, but she would continue to try to understand. It was vital to everyone to understand - for those with the curse and those who still survived alive.
She pulled her mind back from these thoughts as she retested the barricades. Satisfied that they were as strong as they could be, she found an empty bench near the others and laid her head down to rest. She fell into a sound sleep. The last few days had taken their toll upon her. So sound a sleep that she did not hear when the zombies pulled the barricades down piece by piece. She did awake with a start as the first set of claws raked across her skin. Taloula struggled weakly but there were too many of them. Her terrified scream filled the station when the bite came, filling her blood with the foul infection. Oh, God, not again!
Her head swam, this time not with her thoughts, but with the vile toxin that coursed through her body making her too incapacitated to do anything. Death was not merciful. It did not come swiftly. A claw.. a bite... claw.. feasting on her flesh as she still lived. When death finally came it was not with relief that she would see the life beyond, but with dread that she was doomed to a horrible existence.
After some time Taloula rose, on shaking legs. There was a shred of what she once was still within her as the infection was still new. She shambled on unsteady limbs out of the railway station and through the streets. She needed to find help before it was too late. The hunger had not started yet, but when it did there would be little she could do to control it. Through the streets of Molebank she wandered searching for a familiar face and hoping she would recognize one if she did see it. Not this existence. Life.. Life... LIFE..
Exhausted even in this form, she swayed on her feet outside the local pub. A pitiful moan escaped her lips. From the shadows came a figure slowly. Was it the slow movement of another undead? No, it was the caution of a survivor living in a sea of death and destruction. She looked up and through a green haze she could see him barely - dressed in greys and blacks, his gore covered axe at his side. An old memory barely flickered in her infected brain. Richard Freiman.... friend.. yes.. ally. With the skill that comes from practice, he brought the cold syringe to her neck and injected her life-giving serum. As life slowly returned to her body, Richard guided her to the ground. Too weak to do anything, she could only hope that he could see the intense relief and gratitude that shone in her eyes.
Thank you, Richard!!! Thank you to everyone that is fighting to defend Molebank right now.
If anyone needs anything please drop by the 10 Minutes from Hell forums. We are still alive (mostly) and kicking! 
