The return of the living dead (Chain and invite only)
Posted: 01 Sep 2015, 00:48
“Blood,” she gasped a bit too dramatically as she pulled herself away from the dusty sheets. “What the f***time is it?” she spoke with a raspy dry voice, looking around the room with a cramped neck. It felt like she had just been released out of a time warp. From the looks of the dust on furniture and cobwebs in the corners, it had been some time. She had only meant to rest for a day or two, her body was tired and her mind heavy, she was sure it happened to plenty of others.
“God…” she rolled her eyes and managed to stumble her way over to the fridge that held reserve blood packages, but to her dismay they looked like shriveled up popsicles by now. “Oh my god,” her eyes went wide with the realization that if they looked like that now, then more time had passed than she thought.
Belle scrambled over to the jeans on the floor and searched the pockets for her cell, with little luck. She could feel the panic in her begin to rise; it wasn’t just the phone that was missing. It was all sorts of mental and physical connections as well. Her eyes shot nervously to the door and noticed the heap of mail lying on the floor. Still on her hands and knees she crawled over and began sifting through the letters furiously. The most she grabbed first and searched the envelope for the date.
“August 8th 2015! What the hell!!??” why on earth would anyone let her sleep that long, and funnier thing was she couldn’t even feel the bond to her husband anymore, and that left a pain in her chest.
Pushing herself away from the floor, she looked around the room and growled deeply, she would use the phone being missing as an excuse, but really it was pure rage setting in. How could someone just leave her like this… on her bed for nearly two years? This resting life simply wasn’t for her and she could swear right then that it would be the last time something like this happened. Like an animal, she began to rip through the room, she needed that phone, it had everything in it. Papers flew around; clothes piled up in one corner were tossed to the next as she looked under every object even a penny. A stupid penny, she knew she was losing it the moment she leaned over and picked it up.
“There you are *****,” she smiled wickedly as she spotted the little black phone out of the corner of her eye. Charger? Look no further, because she just happened to be neat and tidy. It lay right next to the charger, actually right where she left it now that she remembered.
She couldn’t believe how much her body ached as she wiggled into a pile of clothes to find the outlet. “Please tell me I have electric,” she whined and nearly slammed her head into the wall when there wasn’t even a spark of connection. “Ok…ok…” she grumbled and spoke to an invisible person there to scold her. “I gotta get up,” she licked her lips and pushed the hair aside from her face and eyes, even those were dusty.
“Ok!” she shouted and finally stood up with a dark twinkle in her eye. “Where the hell is everyone? How much is my electric bill even by now?” she spoke a little louder to herself. “More importantly…where is my damn partner and Zo? Not even Lauren or Cyndale,” she said softly and drifted off into a moment of self-pity.
Belle pushed herself off the floor and stood in the midst of the clutter, looking just as in ruins as her life at the moment. Smoothing one hand over her tired and dirty face, the other hand raked through her hair that reeked of old hair product and the actual smell of dust. Kicking items out of her way, she made her way safely to the bathroom, remembering as she approached the mirror that she couldn’t even see her reflection if she wanted to.
Bringing a finger to her lip, she pondered for a minute, looked around the bathroom and made the decision. Belle fished through one of the drawers retrieving a pair of scissors and played barber shop. All the long strawberry blonde curls fell sadly around her shoulders and down her dirty back. It was like a temporary addiction…she just couldn’t stop, even as she started crying and her hands started shaking, like trembling leafs. She could have sworn she nicked her face a few times in the grueling process.
“They all just left me,” she finally gave up the war on hair and settled down unto the edge of the tub, her hands running through the butchered locks. More than likely she would have to get that fixed but for now, it felt liberating. “Then again maybe I left them…god this **** sucks,” she wiped a tear off her check with the back of her hand and wiped it on her pant leg. She felt so silly. What was stopping her from just getting up and making a few phone calls and finding all her people? There was a level of guilt riding in the pit of her stomach and it was making her sick.
She did wallow in pity for a bit too long and maybe the idea to cut her hair was a bit extra, but she quickly picked herself up. It wasn’t like her to not know something and the only way to find out was to first get out of this stinking apartment, literally she would have to have someone come in and clean this mess first chance she got. Wiggling out of her jeans and tank top, she ran the shower, stepped in and tried to wash away the thoughts, meanwhile only washing away the extra clumps of hair. She let the water sooth her sore body and cleaned off the years’ worth of dirt. They better make sure they clean the shower area especially she thought as she got out and looked at the heap and dirt and hair, completely covering the drain.
“Ok…” she wrapped the towel around her and searched for a pair of pants and shirt. Only things clean were the black pants she never got the chance to wear. They had been bought for a party, little cuts along the side of the thigh area, tight fitting for her petite frame. “Shirt…” she actually found some hanging and not tossed about. “Oh ****…I must have bought a whole outfit,” she shook her head just remembering the awful time she had shopping for this get up. The black tank top had matching rips in on the front, just above the breast area and also fit well.
As usual it didn’t take her long to collect herself. She looked down at her watch that actually was still ticking patiently even after so long, making sure it was evening hours and headed for the streets.
“God…” she rolled her eyes and managed to stumble her way over to the fridge that held reserve blood packages, but to her dismay they looked like shriveled up popsicles by now. “Oh my god,” her eyes went wide with the realization that if they looked like that now, then more time had passed than she thought.
Belle scrambled over to the jeans on the floor and searched the pockets for her cell, with little luck. She could feel the panic in her begin to rise; it wasn’t just the phone that was missing. It was all sorts of mental and physical connections as well. Her eyes shot nervously to the door and noticed the heap of mail lying on the floor. Still on her hands and knees she crawled over and began sifting through the letters furiously. The most she grabbed first and searched the envelope for the date.
“August 8th 2015! What the hell!!??” why on earth would anyone let her sleep that long, and funnier thing was she couldn’t even feel the bond to her husband anymore, and that left a pain in her chest.
Pushing herself away from the floor, she looked around the room and growled deeply, she would use the phone being missing as an excuse, but really it was pure rage setting in. How could someone just leave her like this… on her bed for nearly two years? This resting life simply wasn’t for her and she could swear right then that it would be the last time something like this happened. Like an animal, she began to rip through the room, she needed that phone, it had everything in it. Papers flew around; clothes piled up in one corner were tossed to the next as she looked under every object even a penny. A stupid penny, she knew she was losing it the moment she leaned over and picked it up.
“There you are *****,” she smiled wickedly as she spotted the little black phone out of the corner of her eye. Charger? Look no further, because she just happened to be neat and tidy. It lay right next to the charger, actually right where she left it now that she remembered.
She couldn’t believe how much her body ached as she wiggled into a pile of clothes to find the outlet. “Please tell me I have electric,” she whined and nearly slammed her head into the wall when there wasn’t even a spark of connection. “Ok…ok…” she grumbled and spoke to an invisible person there to scold her. “I gotta get up,” she licked her lips and pushed the hair aside from her face and eyes, even those were dusty.
“Ok!” she shouted and finally stood up with a dark twinkle in her eye. “Where the hell is everyone? How much is my electric bill even by now?” she spoke a little louder to herself. “More importantly…where is my damn partner and Zo? Not even Lauren or Cyndale,” she said softly and drifted off into a moment of self-pity.
Belle pushed herself off the floor and stood in the midst of the clutter, looking just as in ruins as her life at the moment. Smoothing one hand over her tired and dirty face, the other hand raked through her hair that reeked of old hair product and the actual smell of dust. Kicking items out of her way, she made her way safely to the bathroom, remembering as she approached the mirror that she couldn’t even see her reflection if she wanted to.
Bringing a finger to her lip, she pondered for a minute, looked around the bathroom and made the decision. Belle fished through one of the drawers retrieving a pair of scissors and played barber shop. All the long strawberry blonde curls fell sadly around her shoulders and down her dirty back. It was like a temporary addiction…she just couldn’t stop, even as she started crying and her hands started shaking, like trembling leafs. She could have sworn she nicked her face a few times in the grueling process.
“They all just left me,” she finally gave up the war on hair and settled down unto the edge of the tub, her hands running through the butchered locks. More than likely she would have to get that fixed but for now, it felt liberating. “Then again maybe I left them…god this **** sucks,” she wiped a tear off her check with the back of her hand and wiped it on her pant leg. She felt so silly. What was stopping her from just getting up and making a few phone calls and finding all her people? There was a level of guilt riding in the pit of her stomach and it was making her sick.
She did wallow in pity for a bit too long and maybe the idea to cut her hair was a bit extra, but she quickly picked herself up. It wasn’t like her to not know something and the only way to find out was to first get out of this stinking apartment, literally she would have to have someone come in and clean this mess first chance she got. Wiggling out of her jeans and tank top, she ran the shower, stepped in and tried to wash away the thoughts, meanwhile only washing away the extra clumps of hair. She let the water sooth her sore body and cleaned off the years’ worth of dirt. They better make sure they clean the shower area especially she thought as she got out and looked at the heap and dirt and hair, completely covering the drain.
“Ok…” she wrapped the towel around her and searched for a pair of pants and shirt. Only things clean were the black pants she never got the chance to wear. They had been bought for a party, little cuts along the side of the thigh area, tight fitting for her petite frame. “Shirt…” she actually found some hanging and not tossed about. “Oh ****…I must have bought a whole outfit,” she shook her head just remembering the awful time she had shopping for this get up. The black tank top had matching rips in on the front, just above the breast area and also fit well.
As usual it didn’t take her long to collect herself. She looked down at her watch that actually was still ticking patiently even after so long, making sure it was evening hours and headed for the streets.