06-18-2011, 12:11 AM
"Well that's different, "Winter mumbled to herself, finding the title at the end a bit odd. Eh, she thought and shrugged to herself. "Winter Ophelia Hartley," she introduced herself and smiled back at him. She stared at the horizon, the golden sun sinking down over the vast forest, the moon preparing to make its descent back up.
The beautiful sunset distracted her from the sudden rattling of the fence, from the fact that the horizon had turned black and seemed to be moving. Squinting her huge green eyes, she tilted her head to get a better look. Glancing at the end of the fence, the village's alarm system, a loud siren like noise, began to go off. She knew it wasn't a drill, they only had them once every two weeks, and always on a Wednesday. It was Friday, right?
Jumping back, everything suddenly made sense in Winter's mind. "The fence has been breached!" She shouted at Nikolai. "Hide!" She warned him, taking off as she ran towards the center of the village. She saw the Unconsecrated begin to swarm in from a gap in the fence, the rusted metal knocking down as hundreds of mindless, undead cannibals slowly invaded the village.
Her long legs kicked up dust as she ran as fast as she could, looking around for the ladders that led into the village's largest trees where platforms were set up in case of an emergency like this. The ladders to the platforms were being drawn, Winter realized she was just a moment too late. Running into Alex's home, she grabbed two knives and an emergency bag every family was ordered to have two of.
Darting back out, the redhead glanced around. There was a small gap in the bottom of the fence on the opposite side of the village. Watching in terror as an Unconsecrated bit into the neck of a middle aged woman, tears filled the female's green eyes. Her neighbors and school mates who had yet to make it to safety were being torn apart, falling down, lifeless, only to rise up as a zombie a moment later. "This way," Winter screamed as she saw Alex in the distance. On the opposite side of the village, there was a gap where the bottom of the fence didn't quite touch the ground. From constant prodding, she had found she was able to lift it and make a space long enough to crawl out from.
Getting back into gear, Winter took off at the speed of light. Not watching where she was going, she collided with a tall, muscly body and she fell to the ground. A bit dazed, she vaguely recognized the shoes all of the Guardians wore while they were on duty.
"You don't have to thank me," Alex said, feeling his finger tips lightly graze hers as they walked. "It was the right thing to do, and I'd do it again," he objected and playfully turned his head as if to declare the end of the argument. Grinning, he winked at her. With her next question, his eye brows furrowed and his eyes took in the village.
All at once, it became clear to him how small the village actually was. If a big enough attack happened, it was likely they wouldn't make it, that none of them would. Upon thinking this thought, Alex got a knot of unease in his stomach and he frowned. "I don't..." Alex trailed off as the sirens went off in the village. It seemed like Deja Vu, him having just thought of a breach in the village.
Peering at the fence line, fear formed in the back of the twenty year old's throat. The hoard of Unconsecrated coming their way made their tiny platforms, arrows, and small knives seem futile. "Oh..." was all that escape Alex's mouth. He watched as his old school teacher, his favorite, was bitten as her screams joined all the others. Pulling to the side, the twenty year old vomited as tears pour down his eyes. Wiping his mouth and face, Alex tried to regain him and quickly grabbed Scarlett's hand.
Seeing and hearing Winter, Alex nodded to himself. He ran in his house and grabbed the only emergency bag left, throwing knives and any and all extra food he could find into it. Pulling on a shirt, he'd been topless the whole time, he ran back out, still clutching Scarlett's hand. he made a mad wild dash to the other end of the village, where Winter had pointed. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen her since she had yelled and ran off. "Winter!" He screamed, looking through the mass of newly made Unconsecrated, praying she hadn't been turned.
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