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  1. TRIGGER WARNING Chapter 1 Cindy’s breathing grew ragged, her feet staggering across the dry earth. A trail of red did her leg leave behind, and hungry noses did follow. In recent months her usual stamina had declined, her muscles weakened, her emotions muddled. But she wouldn’t change it for a thing, albeit she wished the world could be a better place for her love. She placed a hand on her stomach, her resolve steeling twofold as she remembered her purpose, turning a corner. A dead end. Her blood ran cold, how could she have let this happen? She knew every street, every alley, every building of these ruins, how could she have forgotten? She spun back towards the alley entrance, but already could she hear them. She could hear their feet dragging, their ragged breaths more broken than her own. She could smell their stink, rotting flesh and the metallic tang of fresh blood. What was meant to be a simple resource run for gasoline, all gone wrong in a matter of minutes. A sharp pain ran up her leg, causing her to cry out, an unneeded reminder of her mangled foot. She clamped a hand over her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut. But it was too late, the shuffling steps stilled, before a single sound rang out, only able to be described as a groaning scream. Another howl rang out, and another, and the shuffling grew louder again, closer. How stupid could she be, first stepping on her own trap, now losing her way? Focus. What street is this? She stilled her mind, brown eyes scanning her surroundings. A door. She prayed beneath her breath as she tried the handle, thanking the stars as it turned. She quickly slammed the door behind her back. Perhaps her luck wasn’t out yet, the sharp smell of acetone filling her lungs. A hospital. But a putrid smell soon followed, one she knew well, and she clamped a hand over her nose and mouth. Resisting the urge to hurl, she gazed at the wreckage. Bodies littered the floor, but they were still and unmoving. For now. She limped past the corpses the best she could, even now unable to fully accept the reality of it. Focus. She thought again. Focus. BANG. Cindy’s whole body flinched, whipping around to peer back down the dark hallway. BANG. Louder now, she saw the source. She could have sworn her heart had stopped, gazing at the door she entered from in helpless fear. BANG. And the door flew open, the stench of decomposing bodies only growing stronger as they poured in through the door, a sob of terror wrenched through her lips before she could help it. She turned and did the only thing she could, she ran. She ran through the hall, turned right, then left. A dead end again. The only way out were the stairs. Rule one, when running never go up. The words echoed through her mind, her heart aching at the memory. But there was only one option. Fire, I need fire. Why did I leave without fire? Up the stairs did she go, gasping out in pain each time her foot hit the ground. But no matter, for the footsteps of the dead never slowed down. Her breath hitched as she felt something tug at her cargo pants, was it one of them or a nail poking out the building’s skeleton? No matter, she only climbed faster, the adrenaline kicking in and driving almost all the pain away. Fate’s final gift spurring her towards the door she knew was near, giving her that burst of energy she needed. She threw herself at the door, praying it was unlocked. It gave way, and she fell forward into… Nothingness. There was nothing. It was dark… silent… nothing but black. Yet somehow she was standing. She could feel her heart pounding, the terror melting into anxiety. She spun around again towards the door, and there it was. Floating in the dark empty space, a rectangle of light. She took a gulp, and took a step towards it… And another… Until she could peer down the stairs from which she came… “No…” She whispered, her hands traveling to her mouth. “Please…” She begged, not knowing whom she was pleading to. “PLEASE!” She screamed, falling to her knees as she sobbed at the sight of her limp and bloodied body on the stairs. Tens of them crowded round her, tearing at her flesh with their claws, ignoring the girl as she screamed in pain. From the other side of the door, Cindy couldn’t hear a thing, but the pain and horror in the girl’s face, her face, were easy to see. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t bring herself to stop watching herself die. Blood poured from her wounds, dripping down the stairs where more of those aberrations awaited to lap it up. Her bloodied handprints painting the walls, a forbidden art piece of hell. Till at last her arms fell limp onto the ground, and her empty, lifeless gaze staring up at Cindy through the open door. Author's note:
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