In the end... it's just a matter of time... Everything dies....
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Years has passed since the downfall of humanity, now only a handful was left on the once beautiful planet called earth. The rest were mindless zombies or mutants that roamed the world.
This all happened due to the arrogance of the scientists who wished for a breakthrough in their theories. Why meddle with immortality when you knew very little of such things? They were arrogant and feigned ignorance to the dangers of their own research.
Alas, it was such ignorance that had currently brought humanity to a crippling 10% of their original population....
Downtown of helms street, sleeping soundly in a rundown shop was Soulen. Her messy crimson hair covered her left eye as she slept peacefully, only to be awoken by the slight knock on the glass of the shop followed by a growl.
Her eyes slowly slid open as she yawned, her worn-out crop top barely covering her bossom as she stretched before itching her neck while trying to remember where she was.
Ah that was right, she came here to find food supplies but eventually succumbed to her fatigue and slept off here. She turned towards the window to see around 20 zombies gnawing at the window. It cracked under their weight as they noticed her. Time for her to dip.
Slowly, Soulen got up and stretched more; waking her muscles before making a tsk sound, she wanted to enjoy her sleep more but knew better than to succumb to that feeling.
She grabbed her duffle bag and stuffed what she could fill it up with, as much snacks, food stuff and water she could carry. It was a big duffle bag which she managed to fill it up with all she could carry.
Lifting it up, she balanced the weight of the bag on her back before hearing the glass shatter behind her.
Pulling out her UZi, she turned around and began spraying the bullets on them which boomed with the growls of the zombies and their bodies being pierced. She made a quick 180 and made her way up to the roof top before looking around.
More zombies were heading towards the building, probably drawn in from the noise of her gun. A tick sound came from her lips again as she pondered on what to do.
Noticing a lamppost, she contemplated on transversing using the top to another building but before she could come up with a decision, a huge mutant appeared from the stairs.
It's metallic hand gave a blinding shimmer as it roared before it charged up the rocket on its back. The mutant's codename was Iron hand. And it was mainly due to the huge metallic hand it had that was strong enough to dent a tank
It charged up the rockets on its back which caused Soulen 's eyes to widen with horror.
No time.
Turning around, she jumped without hesitating as the mutant fired it's missles. It collided with the building and a huge explosion was heard. The building caved in; the mutant crashing down with it as Soulen landed safely on the lamppost and jumped towards the next ones until she was on another rooftop. From a young age, she had to learn acrobatics and make her body flexible as much as possible. This aided her in recons or supply gathering. Her father, now late, had taught her the ways of the gun while she learnt everything else by herself.
She stared down at the zombies who had gathered and frowned. When she was 13, she would always be around her father, doing exactly what she was doing now.
They would go get supplies, weapons, hide from mutants and just survive in this city that was once a paradise. It was just the two of them... Until a mutant known as "The Bride" killed her father. It was a tough battle and The Bride was wounded with a huge "X" on its chest. Soulen swore to kill her in the future, it was one of her driving force to keep living. Her mother however died upon her birth. However, that was before the world fell. She contemplated wether to be happy or not.. wether she would have preferred her mother to be with her in this hellish world or be happy she passed on when the world was still a haven. She was 22 now and yet wished her childhood was normal.
A sigh followed, she turned around and made her way towards her makeshift home.
Down the path of helm street, close to the borders of fall forest, an abandoned building which looked more worn and run down than you can imagine. Soulen sulked, her eyes giving off a sad and painful gaze as she walked towards the back and opened up the metallic doors of the basement. She went down with the duffle bag and her UZi on her side before closing the metallic doors.
Inside was a makeshift home. Not the best furniture and probably not the most healthy place to stay.
It was nether dirty nor clean. It was just an average looking space although she managed to clear parts with dust or the sort.
The parts for ventilation were the holes on the top that lead to the surface. It was big enough for ventilation to flow through but not wide enough for an infected to spot the bottom. A couch and a bean bag sofa were at the centre; a plasma TV at the front. On the right side from the back of the couch was a small section with a table that was ment for crafting and assembling tools or the likes. A blueprint and some markers were currently displayed on it and a map of the surrounding areas was glued to the wall. The right side off the crafting station was the bathroom. While the left was a small looking kitchen.
Since the fall of humanity, there somehow seemed to be a daily supply of electricity. And since the place was close to the river, she could easily fetch a bucket of water or pump for some if she wanted to.
With a heavy sigh, she dropped he duffle bag on the bean sofa before crashing down on the couch in the middle. A small groan left her lips, she was tired and exhausted. It was a rather tiring day..
".....a full bag of supplies for another few months or so....." She would say gently to herself before looking at her UZi that she grabbed from her hip.
She needed to get a new weapon. Or at least, a supply of more weapons. She was running out of bullets for the UZi and materials as well for the bullets and for crafting. Luckily, during one of her daily recons, she had marked one of the abandoned blade's outposts.
The Blades mercenaries were, as their name implies, mercenaries. They were a bit hostile towards survivors as well as infected but there were few who had good relationships with survivors from what she found out. Tomorrow, she would make her way towards the abandoned outpost and see if she could get anything out of it. If possible, a new weapon. That's what she hoped for.
Weakly standing up from the chair, she made her way towards the shower room and took off her clothing exposing her body. It was filled with scars. With her clothing, her face was still smooth and beautiful surprisingly, but once you got to her shoulders to her thighs, she had scars all over. This was the proof of her experience all those years ago.
She turned the tap on for the tub before slowly sinking into the cold water.
Her mind and thoughts slowly grew clear as she zoned into her own thoughts. She thought of her father. How his smile seemed to be the most precious thing to her. His smile and his hugs. Then it shifted to the mutant who killed him. Where she hid and watched as her father got disembodied and torn to pieces.
Her thoughts quickly shifted to her mother, remembering the most little things her mind could squeeze out before opening her eyes once more.
The room had gotten darker, how many hours had passed? How long did she zone out? She slow stood up as the wind caused her body to shiver slightly, she walked towards the mirror to stare at herself. There was no point in taking care of her looks, it would get messy anyway whenever she explored.
It was night time now. Maybe 2 hours in the tub has taken up the time. After all, she got back home in the evening.
A loud scream came from the surface as her body tensed up for a few seconds before relaxing. The infected were more awake at night now. It was best she got some sleep instead of staying awake. She returned her gaze to the mirror then stared at her body. If the world was still in its previous state, she would have become a model. Her chest was around average and her butt was a bit bigger than average. She was slender and knew she had a good face. It would have been good to be model at that time. Now, however seemed like a far future of hopes and dreams
Not bothering to wear any clothing, she made her way towards her couch and crashed on it before staring up to the ceiling. She pondered on how tomorrow would unfold. Would she survive to live another day, or would she meet her demise. It was exciting yet risky. She knew that all to well. After all, living alone like this had it's risk and it's rewards.
"Goodnight papa..." She would say as she held the necklace around her neck; a Star shaped diamond pendant. It was the last memory of her father. she weakly grabbed her cover-sheets to cover herself from the cold before slowly drifting off to sleep.