Rotted. Decayed. Mobile. Undead.
A Jelsa Fanfiction
Hey Guys! Zombie Jelsa! Well, sort of. Jack and Elsa are not zombies, and this will not be like Warm Bodies.
Enjoy!
Prologue: Stench. Rage.
I hate the stench of death. Absolutely hate it. It creeps up your nose, invades your taste buds and makes you want to hurl your breakfast up.
Only problem is, I have to deal with it every day.
If you, dear reader(s), have ever wondered what it's like or wished to be in the future, I want you to stop that right now. It's a living nightmare.
I was born in 2010, and things were just fine. Yeah... then 2017 came along. The government was trying to find a way to bring people back from death- weird, I know. I guess some couldn't stand the fact that they had so much money, and just... I don't even know. Anyway, that was the worst thing they ever could have done because what it gave us all was...
Zombies. Freaking undead people in search for brains and infecting other people.
There are two classes of zombies; the alphas and the omegas. Alphas are ones who can think, speak and understand what they're doing. But they have no conscious, no soul, so they have no problem with making humans zombies. Omegas have no humanity whatsoever. They can't speak, and are unaware of what they do. It's rare to see an alpha.
A lot of times I want to just give whoever had the perfect idea to bring people back from the dead a good kick in the face, because it caused everything bad in my life to happen. Everything has happened because of the zombies.
My sister Anna was only 4 when it happened. It was all my fault.
We were playing outside on July 6th, 2017 when a foul stench started to permeate the air. Then two men caked in dirt, sweat and blood came shuffling over to us. There was no time for me to even scream.
Anna was bitten. I managed to run inside, and told my parents, who quickly went outside. After someone is bitten, there is usually a 24 hour period where they are unconscious before they reawaken, dead and hungry.
My parents and I took her to a family friend, someone who said they were able to almost stop the virus completely. Using some medicine they had created, they managed to keep the zombie in a part of her brain where it wouldn't be bothered, and she was ok.
At least for a little while. While I locked myself away because of the guilt, my parents had to keep Anna's emotions in check. It was never hard for me, I barely showed any emotion at all after the accident. But if Anna let it out, she would become full zombie.
It was sometime after our parents died, when she lost control. Our parents had been killed in a car crash that a zombie caused, because they jumped in front of the car. Dad swerved, and the car hit a building. No one survived.
Anyway, I was the only one who could take care of Anna. I barely came out of my room until three years later, when I realized Anna would get herself killed in the zombie fray if someone didn't look after her. So, I came out. But when I did, she and I got into a huge fight about why I stayed away, and she lost it.
She became a full blown zombie.
I regret what I did that day. While I stayed away from Anna, my father had been coming to my room and training me to hunt and protect myself from zombies. I knew how to shoot a crossbow, how to fire an arrow and I knew self defense. It's hard to kill a zombie, especially with a crossbow, or just a plain bow. You need to have perfect aim in order to get them straight in the head. My aim was impeccable. I could fire better than even my father.
So I did. I killed my own sister in a matter of self defense.
That way the day I became a zombie hunter, determined to bring all zombies down for what they had done to my family and I.
My name is Elsa Winters, and I am a zombie hunter. And I will not stop until all zombies are brought to justice.
This, this is the apocalypse.
...
"Zombies on 4th street. You ready?" I ask my fellow zombie hunters, Astrid, Merida and Punzie.
"You know it." Astrid says, and lands a final punch to the head of the training dummy, which sends it toppling over.
"Aye." Merida says.
"Yup." Punzie says, and pulls on her protective gloves.
Our outfits are pretty simple: black tank top, black leggings, boots. Black protective pads on our arms to protect from unsuspecting zombie bites. On our belts we each have a crossbow. Guns have altogether disappeared, and even these were hard to find, so we're lucky we have them. The rest of the time we just use our fists and feet.
The four of us met when we were about 18. We all came to the same site, and we all sort of clicked. It happened like this...
"Don't worry ma'am, I got this." I say, and pull out my crossbow.
"Don't worry lassie, I got this." A fiery red head runs out of an alleyway, holding he down crossbow.
"It's alright miss, I've got this covered." A girl with golden hair runs outside of one of the decrepit buildings.
"Stay back lady, things are about to get real ugly." A blonde girl leaps down from the roof of a building.
We all look at each other. "WHO ARE YOU?!"
The rest is history. Back to the story.
The four of us run outside and down the street. There are no cars, and no activity whatsoever. Zombies tend to stay underground, but there are plenty of cases where they come above for food. The sky is gray, as usual, and everything is blank and dull.
We take a left, then right, then another left.
Bingo.
Before us stands four zombies. Each smelling of death and decay, they have head wounds, missing eyeballs and plenty of nasty scars. I resist the urge to get rid of my breakfast, and back up against the wall of an alley.
"Punzie, take the one with the missing eyes. Merida, the one without an arm, and Astrid, the one with all the oozing cuts on its body. I'll take the big one with one eye."
They nod, and I hold up three fingers. 3...2...1... thumbs up, meaning it's a go.
We run into the street and the zombies look up. I head to the big one, and shoot an arrow in its one good eye. It stumbles towards me, about to throw a punch, and I loop around, firing one at the back of his head. He grabs at me as I leap up on top of his shoulders and hang onto his head, twisting until it's barely hanging on.
This stops him, and he falls to the ground. The girls meet back up with me, and I survey the wreckage.
Merida's zombie now has no head at all, the one Punzie took is lying crumbled and broken on the ground, and all that's left of Astrid's is a lone arm. The rest of it, I'm afraid to know where it is.
"Good job, let's roll!" I say, and we all do our signature team shake.
"Rotted." Punzie says, and puts her hand in.
"Decayed." Astrid puts her hand on top.
"Mobile." Merida says, and puts her hand in.
"Undead." I say, and put my hand on the very top.
"Together, we are the hunters. They are the hunted." We all say, and raise our hands in the air.
1 hour later...
"I say that was a good one, eh lasses?" Merida asks as she starts attacking the punching bag.
"Agreed." Astrid and I say at the same time, and shoot our arrows at the targets.
"Those zombies didn't know what hit them." Punzie says, and kicks the head of the dummy.
There's a flashing on my wrist, and I look down at my watch. If there's ever an attack, the people call us, and it shows up on my watch.
"New mission girls." I say, and belt my crossbow. "Lets move."
At the site...
6. The most we've taken on. A woman with an infant shrinks down as the zombies approach her. We run onto the scene.
"Stay back!" I shout, and launch myself at the first zombie I see. My gag reflexes are not helping as I fire an arrow into its brain, and kick it so hard it's neck snaps. The zombie drops to the ground, and I move onto the next one.
This one bares its teeth and moves for the pale exposed skin of my neck. I spin around it and push in to the ground. I shoot an arrow at the base of its neck and stomp my boot on its head. It goes still.
"ELSA!" Astrid, Merida and Punzie say at the same time. There are three thuds, and I spin around.
The last zombie stands over them, blood dripping from his teeth.
NO!
I launch myself at it, and in a rage twist off its stupid head. It drops, and I land on the ground, inches from my unconscious friends.
This is the part where I should put them out of their misery. I stand up and hold my cross bow out. My hand shakes.
I can't do it. I grab their crossbows from the ground, spin on my toes and run the other ways
Conceal, don't feel, don't let it show...
I run in my training room, and collapse on the couch, tears running down my face. I sniff, trying to pull myself together. I have no right to cry, I can't show anyone my vulnerability.
And yet...
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream in rage, and launch myself at the dummy. Before I know it, it's destroyed completely, stuffing all over the room. I then destroy the targets, and knock over the punching bag.
When I calm down, the room is in shatters. I'm breathing hard, and I stand up straight.
No one has to know I broke down. Conceal it, don't feel it. Don't let it show.
When I was younger, my father taught me how to lock away my emotions. It's better that way. No one can hurt you, and it's easier to fight without worrying about feelings.
My watch flashes once more, and I sigh. I straighten my shirt, tighten my gloves, fluff out my hair.
I look in the mirror and see one last tear. I wipe it away, the only thing betraying me from the allusion that I am still stronger than anyone. That I don't need anyone.
And I never will.
Sorry if this chapter seemed a bit rushed, but whatever. Jack will come in possibly the next chapter, and jelsa will be in chapters after that. Hope you enjoyed!